"Evil, evil, evil, evil, evil. Evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil, evil..."
The pitch-black demonic mist gradually dispersed, revealing the One-Armed Sacred Body Ancestor's hundred-meter true form embedded at the center of the twisted steel crater in the Space Fortress.
In the palm of the One-Armed Sacred Body Devil Ancestor, the elemental true body of the captured fifth-level Stigmata Wizard had actually been compressed to a mere five or six meters. The Stigmata Wizard's true body within had already completely passed out beneath that terrifying pressure, his eyes rolled white and bulged grotesquely.
Then, the charred One-Armed Sacred Body Ancestor grasped the five- or six-meter elemental true body of the Stigmata Wizard. Like shelling a peanut, one black demonic claw peeled open the Stigmata Wizard's outer elemental true body, exposing the utterly unconscious Stigmata Wizard within.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack...
The peanut kernel was slowly chewed within the fanged maw on his chest. The pleasure of juices splattering made the One-Armed Sacred Body Ancestor's savage, wicked laughter even more hearty and unrestrained. The tiny black specks of the Demon-Hunting Wizard Legion were rapidly evacuating in every direction, but from the perspective of a True Spirit Ruler, they were simply too slow. In the ruler-level battle about to unfold, these little ones would likely still face grim odds. How many could escape would depend entirely on luck.
His skin was charred black, seemingly penetrated by energy. Amid the "creak, creak" of twisting metal, the One-Armed Sacred Body Ancestor slowly wrenched himself free from the Space Fortress in which he had been embedded. The black smoke rising from his body was not merely Abyss demonic energy; it was also mixed with the scorched stench of burnt cells.
"Ha..."
The One-Armed Sacred Body Ancestor exhaled foul air from the fanged maw in his