Submit!
The thunderous noise rolled and ravaged Qin Chu's mind like waves.
The horrific pressure reached an unprecedented limit.
Qin Chu's consciousness turned instantly pale, his soul seemed to be tangled into a mess, his brain buzzing, and his ability to think seemed to be completely stripped away in that instant.
Submit!
Submit!
Submit!
The same voice still echoed in his ears.
Bang... Crack.
The wings bestowed upon Qin Chu by the Goddess couldn't even withstand the terrifying pressure of the moment, the massive wings cracking densely, ready to shatter at any time.
The glow upon the wings was compressed to its utmost limit.
Qin Chu's throat writhed incessantly, and from within came the beast-like, mad howls.
All he could smell through his nostrils was the thick, intense stench of blood.
All he could see before his eyes were mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.
Killing, death, killing, death...
Blood, mutilated bodies, and wails composed a true depiction of Hell.
