After flying high into the sky, Scolem grabbed a pitch-black sickle from the air, and the purple in his right eye had become so deep that it was almost black.

He did not hold back at all, even the divine weapon was pushed to its limit at this moment.

Scolem stood in the sky and spoke in a low voice to the white mist:

"leave!"

The white fog stopped surging forward, and a huge black shadow gradually became clear, as if it was about to emerge from the fog.

Seeing this scene, Scolem shouted again:

"Go back!"

However, the figure in the mist seemed indifferent to Scolem's growl.

A head as big as a mountain poked out from the fog and growled at Scolem:

"Son of God, I am here to find what the Great Father is looking at. Please don't stop me."

And at the moment its head poked out of the fog, a pollution that covered the sky and the sun instantly spread to the entire Haidaram.

Almost all ordinary people in the entire Haidaram, nearly ten million ordinary people, were deformed into a mass of wriggling flesh in just an instant.

Those warlocks only lasted a few seconds longer than ordinary people.

On a street in Haidaram, Vivian, who had already reunited with Eros, looked at the head sticking out of the mist in the sky, felt the danger warning in her mind that almost tore her entire brain apart, and murmured in a dreamy voice:

"it's all over……"

Then, Vivian's body began to deform, and turned into a wriggling mass of flesh in front of Eros' astonished gaze.