"Ah! The pain! It hurts so much!"
A blood-red tongue pierced through their bodies.
The wretched screams were endless, erupting from everyone's mouth.
That bloody tongue was terrifying and grotesque.
It impaled every single person in the village, yet none of them died.
Aside from cries of pain, there was also terror.
They were just ordinary villagers. While each had learned some rudimentary martial arts, the strongest among them was a mere Martial Artist. There wasn't even a single Martial Master to be found.
How could they possibly be a match for the black-robed man, the incarnation of the Netherworld Erosion Demon Venerable?
But even with such weak creatures, the Netherworld Erosion Demon Venerable was still enjoying himself immensely.
