Hefu remained unhurried.
Even facing three Ninth-Tier Divinities, he did not show the slightest disturbance. Seeing himself surrounded, he slowly sighed:
"Guilty lambs."
"Lost, yet refusing to turn back."
"God says... those who are guilty shall perish, while only the virtuous may live forever."
His expression was solemn, and his voice thunderous.
It was as though he stood inside a church, proclaiming the will of the gods to believers praying in confession. Every word rang with force, each one carrying a resounding weight.
His voice spread like a tide, echoing through the void.
The huge waves began to settle.
The storm began to die down.
Even the endless downpour gradually stopped.
The voice possessed a kind of magic, as though it could calm all the agitation and unease in the world, untangle every knot and obsession, and return everything to tranquility.
"This guy's gotten even stronger." Gao Ye was somewhat surprised.
"So what?"
The Giant Infant sneered repeatedly.
"Break!"
His cheek split open, and his mouth widened far beyond the limits of a living human.
From his left ear to his right ear.
It stretched across his entire face.
Just like...
The Slit-Mouthed Woman from a ghost story.
As he opened his enormous mouth, the light around them suddenly dimmed, and everyone seemed to enter a pitch-black, unfathomably deep hole. There was no terrifying gravitational pull, and they remained standing where they were.
But Jiang Qiao could clearly sense that he was falling into an endless abyss.
"It's not that I'm falling in."
"It's that the Abyss is approaching me."
Jiang Qiao came to a realization.
This Black Hole was clearly the Giant Infant's gaping mouth. It wanted to swallow both him and Hefu.
The light had completely vanished.
Only damp coldness and eternal, unchanging darkness remained.
There was no