"Soul?"
Bologue seemed to have told a joke, and the Tyrant burst into laughter.
The earth shook, and the entire dim space trembled violently, even the Mammon Coins piled up like mountains began to collapse.
As the Canyin coins rolled, Bologue saw the golden waves rising in the darkness, rising high and crashing down like waves, countless Canyin fell like heavy rain, scattering all over the ground with a clatter.
Collapsing, then rising again, repeatedly forming High Tower.
The serpents coiled on the head began to wriggle, and something struggled between the crossed gaps, soon scarlet bulges emerged from the seams, then burst into crimson pupils.
Pale whites of the eyes revealed blood-colored pupils, countless eyes split from the serpents, rapidly spinning to observe surroundings, then all stopped, gazing at Bologue.
A cold chill swept over Bologue's body, yet he was unmoved, with his cyan gaze fixed on the crimson multitude of eyes.
