The inscription patterns were entirely black, made with dried blood, and due to the sealed content, the paper had turned blood-red.
Releasing his spiritual energy, Deng Wu spread his arms wide, and a word escaped his lips, "Devour!" Silver light beamed from Deng Wu's body, illuminating four inscriptions, while four shadows appeared on the ground.
These shadows stood over two meters tall, and three meters wide, occupying a significant portion of the stage. All of them opened their mouths to let out ear-splitting howls. As the shadows howled, the audience heard a soul-wrenching wail, and vibrations rippled across the entire stage.
Visible astonishment was apparent in everyone's eyes as they saw the unmistakable silhouettes of black wolves emerging within the shadows. However, these were no ordinary wolves. These were not living creatures but shadows—beast-like soul shadows!
