Chapter 232: Chapter 152 Goddess Descends (3)

The outline formed by the condensation of blood mist.

The phantom of the Evil God appeared.

Not even Augustus, Saint Monica, or Wozworth had anticipated such a transformation; the Prince had already been corrupted by the sinister power.

In an instant, the entire Duel Arena was shrouded in a profound and oppressive gray fog, as if numerous black serpentine lines were dancing wildly and gloomily throughout the arena. Just one glance was enough to sense the madness, despair, weirdness, and... the most intense Desire contained within.

Mortals, you must not look directly at a god!

"Everyone, close your eyes, do not look..."

Suddenly, Augustus roared loudly. He remembered the disaster that had once occurred in the Holy Court. This aura was all too familiar.

His voice thundered throughout the Duel Arena, penetrating the ears of everyone present.

Everyone heard it.

But... it was too late.

There was simply no time.