The pitch-black spatial vortexes let out sharp whistles and wails as they spun in midair. When the Evil Infant Wheel of Myriad Tribulations flew back into Jasmine’s hands, Tumi’s head had also dropped to the ground and it rolled a very far distance on the ground of the Star God Realm that had been stained black.

His eyes were still roundly staring, his bulging eyeballs and dilated pupils were proof of just how much despair and terror he had felt right before he died.

As the ...