Chapter 397: The "God" at the Pinnacle of the World

Hundreds of meters tall, the Goddess stood aloof in the center of the desolate, unpopulated wilderness. Her entire silhouette was vague, as if it were a curtain of gauze gently blown by the summer breeze, barely revealing its undulating lines beneath.

But when the eyes of the Goddess suddenly sprang to life with vigor, that sense of illusion instantly took flight. Beneath that curtain-like haze, the truth that lay concealed was a mass of wounds, resembling cracked flesh being turned inside out. Within those fierce wounds, one could even see some kind of sinister, sharp, pitch-black solid, grating against itself as the wounds writhed...

Those were rows of black teeth.

The wounds that covered the Goddess from head to toe were not wounds at all, but rather countless mouths opening and closing!