Although it was a battlefield like a meat grinder, the instant the imps rushed out, they were still extraordinarily eye-catching.
Quite a few people could not help but turn their attention toward those imps.
Yet the instant they saw the imps, the characteristics of hell revealed themselves.
Many hearts skipped a beat at that moment.
Because there was simply too much bizarre stuff.
Some imps wore Supplicant robes and held cups shaped like statues of the God of Precepts.
Other imps held up signs of Mokania that read, "Mokania, I am your God of Precepts daddy," while using several threads in their hands to manipulate a puppet.
Of course, most imps had dressed up in all sorts of ways and performed every manner of act that could only be called hellish.
Naimus's brow twitched. He even saw imps dressed as Paladins, forcibly stripped of their armor, and fitted with wings on their backs in a "performance."
It had to be said that they really knew how to sniff out shortcuts, immediately finding the quickest way to catch the attention of the higher-ups.
There were plenty more hellish scenes that were strange, bizarre, and akin to mental pollution.
In short, they were extremely eye-catching.
Under such circumstances, the imps causing such a spectacle was naturally not just to make people feel the presence of hell.
In the next moment, the massive crystallized entity began to realize that holes had been drilled into its thoughts.
Whenever it tried to steady its thoughts, it would swiftly fall into a daze.
Sometimes, it would even suddenly burst out laughing, its thoughts completely veering off course.
The Demons hidden beneath the imps activated their exclusive power system—Special Transformation.
Demons had no fixed form.
They changed into different appearances according to their needs.
For instance, some