C290 Devil God from Hell!

A chilling sensation sliced through Black Scorpion's spine, unexplained and sudden.

In that instant, it was as if time itself had ground to a halt.

He stood frozen, like a marionette with severed strings—eyes bulging, mouth agape, his mind a void of nothingness.

Impossible!

Such a thing could not be happening!

The bomb beneath the wooden chair was small, yet its power was immense, terrifying