"To die" Stedewy displayed a hint of disdain, then his staff waved. Space before him twisted, a suffocating force of death surging, a roar echoing out.,This arm is bluish-black, thick and muscular. There are many wounds on it, and yellow pus is still oozing from them.,Three grotesque figures emerged from the spatial rift, their three heads thrown back in a primal roar. They surveyed their surroundings with eyes that were clouded and lifeless, yet brimmed with a palpable malice.。