Seeing the aftermath of destruction, Klaus's eyes trembled in horror.
The pillar where he had previously crashed had melted like butter. This wasn't an exaggeration.
Once the Demonic Purgatory spewed that greenish substance from its monstrous maws onto the pillar, the stone sizzled and warped, dissolving into a bubbling mess within seconds. The air immediately reeked of acid and scorched minerals, and the ground where the liquid splattered continued to hiss, eating away at everything in its path.
Klaus's breath hitched as he staggered back, his muscles screaming in protest. If he had hesitated for even a second longer, he would have shared the same fate as that pillar.
His heartbeat was becoming more chaotic, fueled by the surge of adrenaline coursing through his battered body.
