As the black-robed shadow appeared, its skeletal white hand clenched tightly around the hilt of a pitch-black scythe. A surge of deathly energy—harbinger of life's end—erupted like a raging storm.
Grass withered, and the land turned into a dry, barren desert.
The hundred-plus Infernal Envoys present, including Wells and Sam, all merged into the massive shadow of the Hell Reaper.
In an instant, the Hell Reaper swelled into a towering giant over thirty meters tall. Its massive shadow blanketed the three rats entirely, pressing down on them with suffocating death energy.
The three spellbeasts had still been conjuring chilling wind, but as that wind struck the Hell Reaper, it was like a gentle breeze brushing a mountain—unable to affect it in the slightest.
Seeing this, the rats' expressions shifted to disbelief.
