Chapitre 227: The Second Event: The Sands of Time

Adam's eyes trembled as Ozymandias crossed the portal.

His immaculate turquoise clothes ruffled with his fearless steps, and his blue eyes sparkled with determination.

Though the man's arrogance always made him roll his eyes, he couldn't help but raise his thumb as he felt Luna's trembling calm down. No, not only Luna. Even he and the others drowned in Ozymandias' unhinged pride and charisma.

'But why did he come? He said he wouldn't fight.' 

As his brows creased in confusion, Ozymandias snorted at Wukong. Then, he turned to Bart and the army.

"Sheep rushing into a wolves' den. Pathetic."

With a deafening clap, his voice thundered in the demon realm.

"Return! Anyone who doesn't heed my command will suffer a hundred days strapped under the burning sun. I'll tie your mouths open to let you feel the weight of your disobedience as your bodies dry inside out."