He thought he had found hope and possessed the power to strike back, and he was ready to personally capture that bitch who dared to call him a "bug".
But in the next second, he realized he was powerless to control the authority and power he had seized.
Accompanied by a sizzling sound, countless marks appeared on his body surface, burning his flesh and soul.
Within the marks were mist, black lines and river water, and a face with lofty, infinitely extending deer antlers.
"Destiny Bitch!"
The King of Darkness finally roared out this blasphemous phrase.
But this did not change his tragic misfortune of being "cut". The thread of destiny bound him, while the destiny mark sliced his body, cut his mastery over darkness, sky, and thunder authority.
The river tide surged forward as a giant vortex gradually formed.
From within that vortex, thick, pitch-black, leaking black liquid, covered with crimson eyes and sharp teeth, divine tentacles surged out.
