The battle against the rotten remains of the Othergod seemed endless and pointless—endless Past Distorted Shadows emerged from the god's corpse, and its stubborn memories could not be destroyed by conventional means. In this ancient temple ruin forgotten by all things, the broken, decaying god, the echoes of the Ancient Days of Another Realm, and the entire space seemed to have formed some kind of complete "cycle." Everything endlessly repeated itself, just like...
Lost souls who were unwilling to die yet had no homeland left to return to.
Yu Sheng and the others retreated to a high platform at the edge of the mountaintop. Relying on layer upon layer of foxfire to form a line of defense, they barely managed to hold their ground.
Twisted Doors opened one after another on the platform. Mass-produced dolls emerged from the Twisted Doors in succession, sweeping the writhing shadows below the platform with dense Eileen Rays. Shadows as viscous as mud surged over like a tide. Countless indescribable Mutated Entities crawled out of the darkness. One creature after another was blasted down, yet more and more broke through the dolls' concentrated fire, even charging toward the platform through the terrifying foxfire.
Deformed creatures wrapped in fire and smoke charged up. The giant stones making up the platform hissed as they corroded. Yu Sheng desperately knocked back the enemies nearest to him, and every time he felled a shadow, he felt that strange sense of "emptiness" again.
He had tried to establish a connection between his own blood and the "Tide of Shadows" beneath the platform, then use it as a springboard to communicate with the "god corpse" at the center of the temple. But no matter how he tried, he could not sense anything.
It was all empty—utter emptiness, utter nothingness. The shadows