In that gloomy, deep, eerily permeated Dark Emperor Gong, gigantic black stone pillars stood in rows, carved all over with hideous terrifying Demon patterns, as if they might tear free at any moment and rampage through the mortal world.
In the depths of the Gong, the Dark Emperor sat enthroned upon a seat piled high from countless white bones; his figure was tall as a Mountain, wreathed all around in dense Black fog, and one could feel endless evil and horror seeping from within that fog.
His Face kept shifting—at one moment a sharp-featured handsome Youth, at another a Clown-like masked Face, and then again transforming into a Demon's hideous visage…
At the moment, a hunch‑backed, ugly‑featured bat man hurriedly flew into the Gong, his wings beating with a "flap‑flap" sound that was piercingly loud in this deathly silent Gong.
