Mythical Card Creator: Myriad Ghosts Night Parade at the Start

He still forced himself to stand, then reached out and gave Lin Chen's hand a hard shake.

"Thanks."

Only two words, yet they weighed as heavily as a thousand jun.

This was the highest respect he could express for a comrade who had fought shoulder to shoulder with him and shared life and death.

It was also his thanks to Lin Chen for unraveling the dungeon's secrets and turning the tide.

However, just as everyone was preparing to celebrate.

Bzz--

The entire island suddenly shook violently, without warning.

Strangely, with Hydra's fall, the oppressive aura that had always shrouded the island's skies did not dissipate.

Instead, it grew denser and more viscous.

From the direction of the invisible "Mount Putuo," eerie sea fog kept pouring out like a flood released from its gates.

As though it had sensed the death of its most important devotee.

The evil god sleeping in the depths of the dreamscape seemed to have... truly grown angry.

It was as though the few ants it usually disdained had actually bitten hard enough to hurt it.

Rumble!

The rocks beneath their feet groaned, and the entire island trembled.

It was as if something terrifying was about to claw its way out of the earth!

"Not good!"

Wei E's face was as dark as iron. He could barely stand now, so there was no way he had the strength for another battle.

Lin Chen was startled as well, and his hand instantly clamped onto his card case.

"Could Cthulhu... have been provoked into forcibly descending into reality?!"

But that shouldn't be possible...

Zhuangzi and the Great Sage had both hinted to him that the present world was bound by powerful rules, and excessively immense forces could not descend.

Even Vaisravana and Sun Wukong could only send portions of