Everyone stared intently below. This time, they had seen Him from far away.
And this allowed them to barely make out His appearance.
Although they still could not see the entirety of this incomparably vast being, they could at least discern some vague outlines.
He seemed to be an enormous mass of flesh.
Unlike the Blood Vampires, He had no limbs or knotted muscles, but resembled a balloon filled with water.
As He continued to devour, His skin, covered in long hair, gradually swelled.
Like a tick clinging to cattle or sheep and sucking their blood.
"What is He eating?" Michel's shocked voice came from beside him.
This time, the people in the fleet were prepared, and the mental shock they suffered was much weaker. The middle- and low-rank supernatural people could only tremble as they closed their eyes and prayed.
But those who had reached high rank and undergone ascension at least twice could look at Him.
"How do you know He's eating?" Sidney asked in return.
Michel froze for a moment. "Spirituality intuition?"
He sounded uncertain.
The instant Michel saw Him, he had thought He was eating something. Such instinctive guidance was usually only triggered by spirituality.
But a careful examination told him that his spirituality was not doing anything now.
"I have a similar feeling. This isn't information our spirituality is giving us." Sidney pursed his lips as he gazed at the enormous monster below.
"We didn't think it through. The thought simply arose directly. This isn't an error in judgment. This is His influence on us."
"I'm afraid He isn't some [Immortal]. This is a Great Being's incarnation descending in person. He directly influences this world, and us around Him!"
Michel sucked in a breath.
There were many explanations for why one could not look directly