The claw resembles a human hand, yet it's covered in scales with sharp nails, leaving one to wonder what kind of demon it belongs to.
Inside the stone coffin, Zhang Kui's gaze tightened.
Yuan Huang once mentioned that although the entrance to the Underworld could only be opened during the Mid-Autumn season, one could return at any time, with some even staying there for years on end.
The other party was injured, no wonder they returned early.
Soon, a tall, thin figure, standing at two meters, appeared, dressed in a luxurious golden robe. Its skin was a bluish-gray, with dominating yet sinister features, golden pupils, and fine keratin in between its brows.
Zhang Kui felt a sense of realization—this was the Great King.
The Great King walked with a stagger, a large gash at his waist oozing blood and ominous black mist, while dragging an Octopus Demon clad in bronze armor, tossing it to the ground.
