I, The Occult Painter, Draw The Truth

As the swallowing progresses, the entire Huangquan death situation has undergone great changes at this moment.

The originally bright and fiery world has now appeared very dim, a bit close to the eternal darkness of the shadow plane.

And that lifeless atmosphere gradually turned into a kind of oppression, gloom, and dullness.

These circumstances have made it very clear that the Shadow Plane will definitely swallow up the Huangquan Death Realm!

and!

now!

Devour is approaching the critical moment!

The thick clouds in the sky, and the boundless upside-down sea, the powerful existence within them is always watching the giant white sheet monster on the ground!

They are the workhorses that sustain phagocytosis.

It is precisely because they want to maintain swallowing, so they did not solve the white sheet monster in the first time.

Of course, the white bed sheet monster is the manifestation of Huang Quan's will of death, and its own strength is extremely powerful. It is not an easy task to solve it.

However, as long as the devouring action is maintained, no matter how strong the white sheet monster is, it is useless.

Everything, in the end, will be completely ended!

Time goes by slowly...

The devouring continued silently.

on earth.

in the city square.

The members of the mysterious group can no longer do anything to help the devouring operation.

Because, in this kind of world-class confrontation, Mr. Mask and the others, after all, still seem a little too weak.

At this moment, in this action, the only thing that can play a role is Ananda Shesha and both the old days.

Their strength is unfathomable.

Mysteries such as Mr. Mask do not know the upper limit.

It can be said that if there is no old days and Ananda Shesha, there is almost no possibility to devour Huangquan's death.

Even if one is not handled well, the shadow plane may be swallowed up in reverse!

A corner of the city square.

Mr. Mask had his hands behind his back.

Staring at the scene in the sky, he then turned his attention to the giant "guest" in the distance.

The white porcelain mask on his face maintained a weeping expression.

This was an expression that was transformed from a smiling face in the past, and it has continued to this moment.

No one knows how long this expression will last.

Maybe, for a long time, Mr. Mask will maintain a crying expression.

After all, the noble creator has already known their existence, "Finally fear. "Terror" has already set his eyes on...

3

Beside Mr. Mask.

The succubus, the flaming bear, the swallowing vine, Abel and the gluttonous rabbit were all standing quietly.

There is also Xiao Qiqi, and Xu Xiuqin, a mental body with a sluggish expression and still in a state of confusion.

Because the giant "guest" still exists, the spiritual body Xu Xiuqin can only maintain this state.

If you want to return to normal, you must completely eliminate the giant "guest", otherwise, Xu Xiuqin's mental body will almost never return to normal.

After all, the root of her existence is the giant "guest", and it is difficult to recover if the root is not removed.

Xiaoqi (Qian Qian's) Qi's little face was full of tears.

She was really crying just now.

The first is because the creator she most respects and reveres the most, is about to be threatened by the "final terror".

This made her feel extremely panic.

The second is her mother.

The little girl was anxious, distressed, and in pain.

Seeing her mother's sluggish appearance, she felt heartbroken.

If she could, she would even be willing to take the place of her mother to endure that kind of forced pollution... soft.