With a series of cracking sounds, the gray-white radiance of the sky dimmed, and the Gatekeeper's barrier shattered with a roar.
The aberrations rushed down into the basin like hungry Los Lobos facing lambs, while the Old God slowly slid down from the hillside.
Its skin was dark red. It had three legs and two arms, with hair-like tentacles spread from the top of its head, silently waving through the air. Those tentacles had badly wounded the Gatekeeper earlier, and they had also drained the God of Eternal Night dry.
No one knew why, as a god among aberrant creatures, it had turned on its own kind. But it clearly had no intention of sparing humanity either.
With a light wave of its tentacles, several aberrations charging ahead were sucked dry into shriveled husks, while the incorporeal ones were reduced entirely to nothingness. For a moment, all the aberrations stopped and awaited the orders of the only god left on the battlefield.
The Old God strolled through the tribe with almost elegant poise. It did not immediately slaughter the humans, but the humans had already begun to resist.
Nia, whose sanity had fallen to its lowest point, was the first to charge into the nearest group of aberrations and begin a massacre. Lu Li, meanwhile, carried A'Huo in one hand and charged at the Old God.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
The tentacles atop the Old God's head shot out in succession, piercing A'Huo's snow-white belly. In an instant, A'Huo was riddled with holes, but such wounds were not fatal to him.
Lu Li healed A'Huo while closing the distance, then boldly slashed out. His explosive strength was greater than it had been days ago. The chanting within his body thundered, and with one strike, he severed several of the Old God's