Chapter 387: Who is Whose Trump Card

"Does all the Death Intent under the Death Building come from that Insect Cocoon?"

The Death Intent rotting underground for who knows how many years was completely activated by the Butterfly, and the black fog formed entirely of Death Intent engulfed everyone present, its intense aura assaulting each soul and imprinting the deepest despair upon everyone's heart.

Nightmares flowed within the black veins, densely interwoven, and that giant cocoon emerged like a sea monster surfacing from the deep waters.

"So that's the Butterfly's trump card? That's the real move it dares to use to stand off against the Unspeakable?"

As the fleshly Giant Cocoon emerged, the foundation of the Death Building ripped away, completely shattering Closet World and merging it entirely with the Deep World.