The black tide surged.
Only when the black tide drew a little closer did the many powerhouses discover in horror:
This black tide was not made up of a single layer of Evil Creatures.
It was made up of dozens, even hundreds, of layers of Evil Creatures.
Layer upon layer of Evil Creatures ran across the bodies of those beneath them, forming a black tide a full hundred meters high.
Many Evil Creatures were exhausted and were directly devoured by other creatures.
Some Evil Creatures were trampled directly into minced meat.
Yet not only did the black tide not shrink, it grew even larger.
Gulp!
A powerhouse swallowed hard. "Great Lord Qing, what do we do now?"
Chu Qing took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Follow me!"
"Advance!"
The Fire Pit atop the war chariot burned wildly.
Compared to the endless, boundless black tide, this flicker of firelight was like a candle against the sea—utterly insignificant.
The endless black tide swept toward them.
The powerhouses formed their strongest defensive Army Formation and prepared to die.
"Hope we can hold out for ten seconds!"
"Ten seconds? With this black tide sweeping in, I'm afraid we won't even last one second."
As the black tide closed in:
Dense darkness continuously compressed the Fire Pit atop the war chariot.
This Fire Pit held more Evil Creatures than any Fire Pit on the Fire Pit border.
Originally, its radiance could disperse darkness and scorch ordinary Evil Creatures.
But now:
It could not even disperse the darkness.
It was even having its range of firelight compressed by the darkness.
In but an instant, the firelight that had covered several hundred meters shrank until it covered only the war chariot.
The flames burned madly.
Yet the light could not pierce the darkness.
At this moment,