Under that light, Cha Wang had almost completely crossed the portal, leaving the darkness.
At this moment, the Four Devil Kings couldn't care about much else, the Devils they cultivated painstakingly here were all cannon fodder. Even if they could block the wrathful Mountain Lord for a moment, it would be a blood profit.
Four shapeless forms within the darkness kept writhing, swiftly condensing into four towering Devils, blocking the portal.
The expression on the Heavenly Devil King's face was blank, yet countless human faces emerged densely on the myriad arms and legs of its body.
Countless faces wailed together, screamed, emitting sharp curses.
The invisible, formless force gathered indiscriminately upwards, blocking the terrifying power of the Mountain Lord like a collapsing sky.
It was twisted, chaotic, desperately resisting.
And the form generated by the Devil King appeared more like a random assembly of parts from countless grotesque Devils.
