As that hilariously absurd declaration rang out, everyone turned toward its source.
Ultraman's movements were recreated perfectly, and the Heavenly Demon performed them to the fullest. Even his expression, demeanor, and that self-sacrificing, public-spirited gaze won everyone over. Of course, his face was a little red too. He truly did not dare face the gazes of those mortals. What the hell kind of looks were those?
So awkward, so humiliating. My heart rejects this! The Heavenly Demon lowered his head, feeling as though he had lost all his dignity. But he had no choice but to do it. The Dao Ancestor liked it; the old man had taught them this himself. How could he refuse just because he was embarrassed? His stance had to remain firm.
Punishment Ruler—every time he spoke of this sacred profession he so envied, the Heavenly Demon became excited. But once the costume came out, his balls started aching again. Thankfully, there were few people around now, or he truly would not have been able to do it.
What the hell was this? The first person dumbfounded was not the Wraith Demon, but Yan Bing. The Heavenly Demon's entrance was simply too flashy. He emerged faintly from space itself. Whether you wanted him there or not, he was there. Whether you looked at him or not, he was still there, as if he had existed since ancient times, coldly watching the world like mysterious and unfathomable Destiny.
Appearing from nothing like a ghost, his entrance was far more terrifying than the Wraith Demon flying through the air. Yan Bing stared at the Heavenly Demon, unable to calm his heart for a long time. He had witnessed too many unknown things today, and they filled him with longing for an even more mysterious world. Well, that feeling