Everyone felt very pitiful for Feng for a moment.

That thing was huge, like a fossilized ancient mammoth.

If this is the King of Hell, the living corpse it rides must be a hippopotamus. Feng Na's body, which ordinary people think is slightly thick, is not even a fraction of a hippopotamus.

Comparing it with that monster, all of them looked like a few kittens together. That thing had three legs on one leg, and it was so thick when hugged together.

Zhang Haixing's face changed slightly, and she even glanced at Zhang Chuxun with a little gratitude. Just because she wasn't afraid of death didn't mean she was willing to die. Even if she had the courage of Erlang Shen to split the peach mountain, she didn't want to join in and be tortured in vain.

The closer he got, the more obvious the contrast became. Everyone looked at Feng like a little ant. No matter whether he was really dizzy or fake before, he was probably really dizzy now.

Feng knelt on the harder part of the swamp, his whole body shaking like a blender. He kept struggling to move back, but half his calf sank in and stopped moving.

They couldn't see Feng's face from where they were hiding, but it was probably not much better. It was either green or gray. However, when he realized that he had no way to retreat, Feng did not scream in fear.

Zhang Zhuxun still wanted to save Feng's life. He gestured to Wu Xie and others to hide, and planned to go over and pull Feng back by pulling the rope.

As a result, just after passing a few steps and before pulling up the rope, the space flashed again, and the sky seemed to collapse from mid-air. Countless armor scales flickered faintly, including gold, dark gold, green gold, silver, gray, and blue.

, various ominous colors can be seen in the old ones, as if they have been quenched with poison.

At that moment, a huge bronze mask suddenly poked out, approaching from a high place at an extremely fast speed to the same height as Feng, almost face to face with Feng.

It was the head of the corpse of the King of Hell, wearing a mask welded together with a bronze helmet, as big as a millstone.

Perhaps before Zhang Zhuxun and the others opened the door, the space inside the door was completely blocked by silt and there was no oxygen. The mask was still purely metallic, with some black rust spots mottled under the original golden luster of the bronze.

Such a close contact and the overwhelming wind forced Zhang Zhuxun to take a step back involuntarily, but Feng actually acted very calm.

Immediately afterwards, all the limbs of the King of Hell hidden in the rain curtain began to wave, one after another stretched out from the water, the scales tangled, the gilded light overflowed, and the huge arms like crawling spider legs slowly formed into

It shows the appearance of some Buddhas in religion.
Chapter completed!