But in the eyes of those Hell Messengers around, and the Hell Devils below, the White Bone Throne still appeared as immense as ten thousand meters, bathed in red light that rendered it incomparably majestic and Overbearing.
Looking at Jack Clark, who crossed Space-Time for his descent, all those Hell Messengers turned their gaze, their eyes revealing indifference, curiosity, and iciness, among other expressions.
Relative to the colossal figures of these Hell Messengers, Jack Clark, with an ordinary stature of just one meter ninety, was like an ant.
But these Hell Messengers dared not underestimate Jack Clark; none who participated in the Plane Battlefield were weak, for the weak had long turned to white bones.
And while those Hell Messengers sized up Jack Clark, he likewise scrutinized them with a cold gaze.
In his perception, even the weakest of these Hell Messengers exuded an Aura of the True Spirit Level, and their bodies concealed mysterious and powerful strength.
