Bab 247: Shadow Calamity XXIV

Under the grayish Mask of Truth, Grimm hazily gasped for air.

The sunlight that once shone on the volcanos was as though it was being crushed by clusters and clusters of shadowy clouds as its coverage area became smaller and smaller as time passed. Eventually, only a small area around the Sacred Lava Mountain consisted of some light. Yet, it was mostly covered up by the Sorcerer World's void fortress.

Groups of Lava Giants and Demon Hunters from all directions of the fiery world simultaneously retreated to the remaining crimson sunlight's boundary of this world.

The demon hunters stared in horror at the sight of the expanding sea of blood tentacles under the layers of shadow clouds.

"This…These wiggling blood tentacles are actually a countless number of Camphoragates?" Grimm mumbled in shock.

Myna, on the other hand, yelped, "God d*mn, that's too much!"