Chapter 734 Twelve-Wing Phantom God Array
- Countless filth surged out of the spatial rift—mindless, low-level things, with a few massive, cunning beasts hidden among them.
- One familiar Bosharo after another stepped through.
- The Reaper Scythe, gripping a deathly sickle; the Lion, a man’s body under a lion’s face; the Flyshadow, short but lightning-fast; and the rare beauty among them, the sultry, scantily clad Black Rose.