With a “clank,” the hidden door on one side slowly opened again.
This hidden door was made of heavy metal, its surface covered with strange runes that shimmered with a deep light, as if sealing some terrifying existence.
As the hidden door opened, a stale and decaying wind blew out, causing the Lizardmen and Dog-Headed Humans present to frown slightly.
This time, no roars came, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.
It was so quiet that one could hear everyone’s tense breathing, a sound infinitely amplified in the dead silence, carrying a slight tremor.
But both warring sides seemed to feel some invisible pressure, involuntarily stopping their battle.
This pressure was like an invisible giant hand, tightly clutching everyone’s throats, making their heartbeats race and cold sweat continuously break out on their foreheads, their clothes on their backs already soaked with sweat.
Goro’s eyes instantly became exceptionally solemn; he had been to the surface before, and in his memory, no creature with such a powerful life Aura had ever appeared on the surface.
His eyes were wide open, revealing vigilance and unease, staring fixedly at the slowly opening hidden door.
From the open hidden door, a figure slowly walked out.
It was a humanoid creature at least five meters tall, like a moving small hill, bringing a strong sense of oppression.
Its body was massive and robust, muscles bulging high, each muscle seemingly containing endless power, a power that seemed ready to erupt at any moment, destroying everything around it.
It looked like various creatures stitched together; its head resembled a human’s, yet it had four faces on its front, back, left, and right.
The front face had twisted features, eyes like burning blood-red flames, revealing endless cruelty and ferocity;
The back face was pale and bloodless, its lips a strange purplish-blue, as if shrouded by death;
The left face was covered with dense scales that shimmered with a cold metallic luster, each scale like a sharp blade;
The right face was covered with black hair, the hair standing on end, emitting a pungent, fishy smell.
On its head were a pair of huge horns, covered with spiral patterns that resembled mysterious runes, emitting a mysterious Aura, seemingly with some unknown energy subtly flowing within them.
As soon as it appeared, it brought immense pressure; Goro not only recoiled but also felt that this monster, in his perception, seemed to have countless creatures superimposed on it, giving him a very chaotic feeling.
The Aura was mixed with blood, decay, and an indescribable evil, making Goro’s stomach churn, almost making him vomit.
His body trembled slightly, not from fear, but because he felt an unprecedented threat, a threat that tensed every nerve in his body.
All his muscles were poised, ready to respond to any potential attack at any time.
A Dog-Headed Human nearby, unable to bear this pressure, roared and tried to escape.
Its eyes were wide open, its unintelligent brain filled with fear and despair at this moment, its once strong limbs now somewhat weak, almost stumbling when turning to flee.
All its fur stood on end, like steel needles, and the roar it emitted was filled with endless panic.
But then, the oppressive monster slowly raised its massive fist.
Its fist was as large as a millstone, covered with a layer of black keratin, which was also engraved with strange patterns that shimmered with an eerie light.
With one swing of its fist, the space seemed to tear like fabric.
Accompanying this punch, the air seemed to be instantly sucked out, forming a huge vacuum area, and the surrounding air frantically rushed towards this area, making a “whooshing” sound, like a howling gale.
Immediately after, a powerful airwave spread out at an astonishing speed, sweeping everything in its path.
This airwave was like a surging tsunami, carrying the power to destroy everything, directly blasting the fleeing Dog-Headed Human into smithereens from a distance.
Under this powerful force, the Dog-Headed Human’s body instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.
Blood splattered everywhere like raindrops, scattering on the walls and floor of the passage, forming eerie patterns.
Broken pieces of flesh were scattered everywhere, some hitting the walls with “thudding” sounds, leaving dark red marks; others fell to the ground, kicking up dust.
The Dog-Headed Human didn’t even have time to let out a complete scream before it completely vanished under this terrifying power, leaving only some remains to prove its former existence.
The rest of the Dog-Headed Humans and Lizardmen were stunned by this scene, their eyes wide open, filled with fear and disbelief.
Facing such terrifying power in this situation, a power beyond their comprehension, made them feel so small and fragile in its presence.
The Lord-Level Experimental Subject slowly turned its massive head with four faces, each face seemingly containing a different evil will, gradually becoming ferocious in a spine-chilling manner.
The front face, its features seemingly arbitrarily twisted by an invisible hand, its eyes, already like burning blood-red flames, now shone even brighter, the flames seeming ready to burst forth at any moment, carrying endless cruelty and ferocity.
It stared fiercely at Goro, its gaze as if looking at an ant utterly insignificant in its presence, something it could crush at any moment.
The bloodless face on the back, its lips a strange purplish-blue, as if completely shrouded by the shadow of death, was now slightly open.
From between its teeth came a faint, almost imperceptible moan, a low and sinister sound, as if a curse from the deepest part of Hell, sending shivers down one’s spine.
Goro’s heart was in his throat; he could clearly feel the powerful oppressive Aura emanating from this monster, a force like an invisible heavy hammer, striking his Soul again and again, making his Soul tremble.
But he knew that he bore a heavy mission; for the Lizardmen race behind him, for the task entrusted to him by the great Dominator Zhou Qi, even if an endless abyss lay ahead, he could not retreat a single step.
He silently murmured in his heart: “Great Dominator, may my death bring prosperity to our Lizardmen race; even if I exhaust my last shred of strength, I will never give up!”
Immediately after, Goro ignited his entire body, and a resolute Aura burst forth from him like a blazing inferno.
The scales on his body seemed like ignited flames, shimmering even more dazzlingly, each one emitting an intense light that illuminated the dim passage as bright as day.
His muscles rapidly swelled to their limit under the high temperature, every inch of muscle taut, filled with terrifying power.
Blood vessels writhed violently beneath his skin like Earthworms, clearly visible, and the hot blood flowing within them seemed to be completely ignited by this power, surging through his veins like boiling magma.
He roared to the sky: “I am at the Peak of the Eight Horns, having roamed for hundreds of years without ever encountering a worthy opponent!”
