In just an hour and a half, nearly six thousand Frogmen had been slaughtered to the last. Their corpses piled up like mountains.
Lin Xiao immediately had his forces withdraw to the boundary between the swamp and the shallows, taking the Snakemen Statue with them. Only after returning to the boundary did he collect all the Faith Points accumulated on the statue in one sweep.
The instant he harvested them, the faint radiance of faith on the Snakemen Statue vanished. It was as though the statue had been stripped of its color and turned gray, then shattered into pieces before his eyes.
"Who is it?!"
A somewhat familiar furious roar rang out beside Lin Xiao's ear, shaking the soul. Even with his will, he could not help feeling a flicker of fear. The surrounding Murlocs all showed panicked expressions, and some cried out in terror.
But the voice came quickly and went just as quickly, dissipating in an instant without anything to sustain it. The terrified Murlocs gradually recovered as well.
Lin Xiao raised his head and looked toward the distant depths of the swamp. His powerful senses told him that a vast consciousness was slowly awakening deep within that swamp.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but in the direction where that immense consciousness was awakening, the void seemed to be twisting. It was as if a circular distortion was slowly rising, while a faint pressure gradually intensified.
Affected by it, the creatures in the swamp hid themselves in the Blackwater mud and did not move again. Rings of invisible ripples slowly spread from the depths of the swamp. In Lin Xiao's vision, those tangible distortions grew wider and stronger as that consciousness gradually awoke, becoming increasingly solid.
He narrowed his eyes and stared into the depths of the swamp