The Descent of a God

At this moment, the entire black altar emitted a faint blood-red glow, exceptionally striking in the darkness.

Wisps of scarlet mist rose from the ground, continuously drawn into a small vortex above the altar. At the center of the vortex, space gradually cracked and shattered.

In no time at all, the spatial rift formed a spatial black hole.

The instant the spatial black hole formed, the entire Tower of Death seemed to freeze, becoming a world unto itself. Nothing from the outside world could affect this place.

Even all of Shi Feng's connections to the outside world were severed. Every friend on his friend list had turned gray, and no one could be contacted.

The heavy air felt as dense as mercury, greatly restricting every movement.

Shi Feng even felt like a dying candle in the wind within this region of the Tower of Death, ready to be snuffed out by a single breath at any moment.

And all of this was caused by the terrifying pressure leaking from the spatial black hole.

"What exactly is inside that black hole?"

Shi Feng's eyes widened as he tried to see inside the spatial black hole. However, it seemed to be obscured by some strange power. Even with Shi Feng's extraordinary dynamic vision, he could see nothing, yet his mind kept warning him of one thing.

Run!

The pressure leaking from the spatial black hole alone was enough to freeze the entire space of the Tower of Death and turn it into a world of its own.

This was the first time Shi Feng had ever encountered such a thing.

Just as Shi Feng was reeling in shock, the more than one hundred thousand Boiling Blood Beast Warriors beneath the black altar suddenly turned into a cloud of blood mist.

That was