Lin Yiyi fell into a world of darkness.
Unlike Fang Yi, who possessed the First Sequence Throne with its absolute overwhelming advantage, she found it no easy task to control a second Throne. She had to withstand the impact of two powerful Thrones, not to mention the Metal Throne and the Shadow Throne, both of which represented overwhelming offensive power.
At that moment, all she could feel was bone-deep cold.
The entire world had been consumed by those phantoms.
"The Shadow Throne should be a Second Sequence Throne. It's just that the Lord of Shadows has developed it very poorly."
Countless phantoms stood everywhere, like eerie upright corpses.
They stood motionless in every corner of this world.
And stared straight at Lin Yiyi.
She gathered her courage.
"At the end of the day, it's only a Throne. I now possess Lord-level power. I'm no longer the same person I was when I first controlled the Metal Throne." Lin Yiyi suppressed the fear in her heart and walked step by step toward the center of the world. The surrounding shadows seemed to be constantly moving, drawing nearer and nearer.
Before long, Lin Yiyi felt herself continually coming into contact with those shadows.
Cold.
Numb.
Stiff.
Those were Lin Yiyi's only sensations at the moment.
It was as though all the shadows in the world were pressing toward her, suffocating her and filling her with fear. A chill shot up her spine and straight into her head.
Lin Yiyi lightly clenched her teeth.
Lin Yiyi was a genius.
And she was exceptionally tenacious.
The shadows around her converged into a black ocean.
Yet Lin Yiyi's steps remained firm.
Finally, when she reached the final destination, Lin Yiyi took one step forward, and the surrounding shadows instantly scattered like bubbles.
At that moment,