"Ugh..."
Zhu Tang groaned and reached out to cover his eyes.
Faced with such an overwhelming surge of power, even covering his eyes was useless!
Even though his eyes were shut, the intense Power of Transcendence still battered his soul. The kind of impulse that could shake a person's core turned into a materialized injury on him—two streams of bloody tears slowly dripped from his tightly closed eyes.
This was the eighth layer, perfectly aligning with the number of transcendence.
The winged demons surged forward, the infinite Power of Transcendence transforming into a deep purple near-black gale, making it hard for everyone to even stand firm.
A seemingly endless horde of demons—swarming forward with the force to blot out the sun. Like stumbling into a cave full of bats, except these bats were considerably larger, and there were far more of them.
Aiwass possessed extensive knowledge of demons.
