Chapter 110 -110-The Desperate Three-Headed Spellbeast
As the black-robed shadow appeared, its skeletal white hand clenched tightly around the hilt of a pitch-black scythe. A surge of deathly energy—harbinger of life’s end—erupted like a raging storm.
Grass withered, and the land turned into a dry, barren desert.
The hundred-plus Infernal Envoys present, including Wells and Sam, all merged into the massive shadow of the Hell Reaper.
In an instant, the Hell Reaper swelled into a towering giant over thirty meters tall. Its massive shadow blanketed the three rats entirely, pressing down on them with suffocating death energy.
The three spellbeasts had still been conjuring chilling wind, but as that wind struck the Hell Reaper, it was like a gentle breeze brushing a mountain—unable to affect it in the slightest.
Seeing this, the rats’ expressions shifted to disbelief.
They were seasoned spellbeasts, well-traveled and experienced with many oddities, but they had never seen a presence like the towering shadow before them. What’s more, an overwhelming sense of danger emanated from it, as though even their souls were being frozen solid.
This unknown existence shattered their arrogance in an instant.
Then, to their horror, they watched as the enormous shadow raised its scythe and swung it toward them.
The blade tore through the air, ripping open a long, dark fissure that extended toward them in an instant, consuming their entire field of vision.
In that moment, all three rats were filled with primal terror.