In Wales's eyes, the palm of Baiyu's right hand split open into a pitch-black mouth.
A tongue full of barbs extended like a long whip.
This tongue was entirely dark red.
From it emanated waves of darkness, and a murmuring that nearly drove one to madness constantly echoed.
Wales's face turned extremely unsightly.
The murmuring beside his ear had already begun to affect his normal thinking.
This kind of situation.
Had not appeared again since the followers of the God of Circles.
He had been careless!
He thought to himself silently.
Unfortunately, there was no way out now.
Wales had never thought that the person opposite him was also a "colleague" who worshipped the Evil God.
It's just that he didn't know.
Which path of the Evil God the other believed in and sacrificed to.
Who would've thought cultists were also getting caught up in this, life was just too hard in this world.
"From the start to now, no one can control my fate. Just die for me."
