Ahhhhhh...
In the cave, the voice of Mitsui Kenta echoed.
His strength was formidable, but his tolerance was too weak. The sensation of his soul being stirred was unbearable for him.
His clenched teeth were almost shattering, with fresh blood filling the gaps between them.
Mitsui Kenta, rolling on the ground like a worm, did not notice that not far in front of him, the statue of the Goddess suddenly opened her eyes.
This statue, carved by Mitsui Kenta himself, portrayed a woman with her eyes slightly drooping in a lazy pose when he carved her eyes.
Yet now, what was merely a statue had actually opened its eyes.
This weird appearance also vaguely exuded a bone-chilling aura of eeriness.
Unfortunately, Mitsui Kenta felt none of this.
It was only after a long, long time had passed that the turmoil in his mind gradually subsided. Mitsui Kenta lay on the ground, spread-eagled, gasping for breath.
His body was completely soaked in sweat.
