A Funeral for the Living (Third Update)

It was like a ribbon representing death; the instant anything touched it, it would be destroyed.

Yet facing this violent force laced with black particles, the three black-robed priests—one above and two below, arranged in a triangle—did not waver in the slightest. The priest at the top slightly raised his head, revealing the lower half of a pale face beneath his hood.

The next moment, he spread his two pale, withered palms and yanked hard, tearing his black robe open down the middle.

Beneath the robe was his body, but when it was opened, what appeared was a black hole leading somewhere unknown.

"Whoosh..."

The next moment, countless pale mental entities suddenly squeezed out, like ghastly white insects crawling from within the robe.

One after another.

Each took human form and even bore a variety of expressions, either ferocious or mournful. They poured out in a torrent—seemingly numbering in the hundreds—and rushed forward, meeting the shadow wrapped in black particles in midair.

"Rustle..."

It was much like when Lu Xin had fought the Hell Legion before.

The pale mental entities flew out endlessly and crashed into the shadow.

They were instantly dissolved and destroyed.

But the endless mental entities surged forward madly, blocking the black shadow from advancing.

"Ah..."

The powers of both sides seemed to rise upward together amid the collision.

A high-pitched roar tore through the air of the deep-pit factory, like a wounded beast.

Strands and wisps of countless mental turbulence spread through the air.

They rudely forced their way into the surrounding atmosphere, making it denser and the pressure heavier.

The entire underground pit seemed to gradually become an ocean of mental turbulence.

It was as if the whole cavern had sunk into the deep sea, with seawater bearing terrifying pressure filling the space.

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