Chapter 677: Dagon's Nightmare_2

"My incarnation has been destroyed..."

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Boom—

Beelzebub's eastern city, Strauss.

Violent explosions were occurring everywhere.

The crowd fled in panic, screams and shrieks intertwined.

Some Transcendents wearing blue robes with dark green vests were even more terrified, running for their lives as if they'd encountered something dreadful.

Yet slender shadows followed closely, extending like tentacles along the ground, walls, and even mid-air, quickly engulfing them.

"Kill all members of the Hand of Pale Leaves, leave no one."

Azjiluo, the Speaker dressed in a gray robe, walked slowly down the street, speaking calmly.

"Yes, Speaker."

Members of the Generous Council responded promptly.

A few blocks away, beneath a dilapidated tenement building in the slums.

A woman with flaxen hair, tied in a ponytail, sat against the wall, gazing intently at a spot, seemingly waiting for something.