章 1710: Lower Nether God Crystals

A man strolled into the bloodied sand of an arena, if you could even call him a man. 

He didn't have a head. Or, rather, he didn't have a head on his neck. Instead, he held it beneath the crook of his arm, his other hand holding onto a long black blade that dragged along the ground and exuded a corrosive aura. 

The man's face was actually quite handsome, although his overall appearance was weakened by his obviously glaring fault. 

"Jijiji," he laughed oddly, and when his red lips parted, a row of sharp teeth that shattered what remaining illusions a woman might have had appeared. 

This man was a ghoul, and from Ryu's estimates, he was actually quite powerful… for a False Sky God. 

Ryu didn't want to be too eye-catching just yet. The matters of the Fifth Plane had certainly not blown over just yet, and his face had been projected across the True Nether Plane. Right now, he was even wearing a mask.