Its body resembled a black sphere, like a bun stuffed with every kind of filling, so overfilled that it could burst at any moment.
All kinds of limbs and tentacles grew from its surface, crudely stuck onto it.
Its head was a crooked rectangular block, just like the Copper Box evil god's head from before, except it was covered in densely packed, bizarre eyes of every shape and color.
The tentacles and limbs on its body writhed.
It turned in midair and looked back at the Hell Core, which had already transformed into the moon.
The eyeballs covering its head emitted strange colors—red, yellow, blue, black, and more—while its mouth let out a meaningless roar laden with heavy emphasis.
"Merge. Hiss. Erase you.!"
Broken, intermittent hell-level signals continuously spilled from the mouth of the bizarre creature formed from Wu Heng's eyeballs before him.
The skeletal moon Wu Heng had transformed into continuously fired mysterious gray rays, ricocheting wildly toward Earth and in every direction.
The gray beams, filled with deathly stillness, swept across the spherical aberration's body.
At first, the light was blocked, as though the beams had struck a sheet of cowhide.
But when more than a dozen rays converged upon it at once, it was practically like taking an X-ray, piercing through the creature's surface and illuminating the inside of its body.
The remains of various evil gods had gathered together within it, barely supporting its life form.
Because each evil god possessed different powers, the explosive reactions inside it were countless times more intense than a nuclear reactor.
This thing was actually what remained of those evil gods.
Or rather, it was the choice those evil gods had made when they had no other option, seeking a sliver of survival.
As fallen consciousnesses, naturally not everything about