The Howling Abyss was a pitch-black place. From the outside, it looked like a floating Vortex, wisps of black aura drifting out from within.
If one listened closely, one could hear the wails and sobs of countless voices, enough to make one's mind churn. From farther away, the Abyss resembled an emotionless black eye that made one's scalp tingle.
"Whoosh—"
One hungry soul after another poured out from the center of the Vortex. They needed no aid whatsoever; relying solely on the abilities bestowed by the Abyss, they soared freely through space.
Then the Abyss's aura trembled, and multicolored cracks appeared one after another. The souls scrambled to dive into them, and some even carried various objects in their hands.
Boom!!
A pitch-black figure crawled out from inside the enormous black Vortex. It was at least a thousand meters tall. Unlike the other Grievous Souls, it did not emerge with ease, but struggled desperately, like a human who had fallen into a swamp and was clawing their way upward.
After a long while, it finally managed to escape.
The next second, a crack slightly larger than the ones countless Grievous Souls had entered earlier split open. It began squeezing into it again, its massive body swaying from side to side as though trying to widen the crack.
Before long, its entire head had gone in.
At that moment, an enormous pale-blue Vortex emerged, and an ultra-large Giant more than eight thousand meters tall stepped out of it.
Boom—
One foot stepped out of the Vortex and stomped viciously onto the black figure's body.
In that instant, the shadow shattered into pieces before it could even cry out. The fragments of black shadow then turned into wisps of aura and scattered away.
It died without even a burial ground!
"Huh? Did