"A full twelve unspeakable beings?"
The Blood Hands that tore at the true name emanated terrifying auras that were invisible, inaudible, and indescribable. If Gao Ming hadn't been standing with the Flesh Immortal, he would have gone mad just by looking at them.
"No wonder Dream Sacrifice fled decisively after attacking me; he saw the karma on my body." The blood mist in Dream Sacrifice's pupils quickly dissipated, as if it had never appeared. No trace was left in the world, only Gao Ming and the Flesh Immortal saw it.
The enormous body leaned down, and the Flesh Ghost God, rarely seen, twisted its four faces, all eight eyes fixating on Gao Ming. Its giant arm touched the Blood City tattoos on its body, seemingly giving Gao Ming a reminder.
