The muttering reached nearly every player's ears, but none of them could move or make a sound.
Some players could not withstand the pressure and returned directly to Candlewood Island, but even more were immensely curious about it.
Darkness still existed, but the world had not yet turned cold.
It was like a candlestick that had just finished burning, still retaining residual warmth that would linger for a long time.
Soon, the voice in the darkness changed again.
"Erase—"
"Wipe out—"
The muttering rang out.
Along with it came the sound of flesh being torn apart, as well as the furious howls of Touching Kindling monsters.
It was the sound of battle.
The Touching Kindling monsters likewise seemed unaffected by the darkness. However, they were restrained by the owner of that muttering voice, and only now, when battle began, did they make any sound.
The owner of that voice seemed to have attacked the Touching Kindling monsters frozen by the darkness.
And—the battle ended swiftly. The other side seemed utterly incapable of resisting.
Soon, the sound of flesh tearing rang out, and the Touching Kindling monster's wails gradually ceased.
It had been killed.
That weary breathing appeared once more, yet it seemed no different from before. Killing a Touching Kindling monster apparently had not cost him much effort.
What followed was the second Touching Kindling monster: Drought.
The same sounds of battle and wailing followed, but this time, Drought seemed to have died even faster.
At last, the man seemed to have resolved every difficulty.
He let out a heavy breath.
Then came a long stretch of silence and deathly stillness.
Until—Yuanfang heard heavy footsteps gradually becoming clearer, along with that rather strange muttering.
"Do it—while we have the chance—"
"No—absolutely not—"
"This is the best opportunity—destroy, then rebuild—"
"Without