In the sudden darkness, Huai Shi was completely dumbfounded.
Imagine picking a late-game hero, stubbornly pushing through all kinds of Ghosts and Monsters trying to make things difficult for you, finally managing to farm up, six items in hand, ready to enjoy the sheer badass joy of carrying the whole match.
Then suddenly, the joy was gone.
The team fight had barely started when several bastards joined forces and yanked out your internet cable!
What the fuck, why?!
Two Nine Ministers wielding the power of a fallen kingdom, plus an ancestor-level Calamity Musician lurking behind the scenes, all coming after one tiny Ascender like him?
Shameless!
No, this grudge could not be borne beneath the same sky!
These were no ordinary beasts. They had to be hit with a heavy fist—
Boom!
Huai Shi pulled the trigger again at the Black Tide pressing in on him.
Shoot the Heavenly Wolf with a Long Arrow
The destructive power of All Things' Death tore open the tide, gouging a hole through the darkness. But for Dongjun in his current colossal state, such a breach was far too insignificant.
Dongjun's "immunity" had no way to tear apart this Black Tide distilled from such an immense quantity of death. It was even closer to death itself than Dongjun's dark side.
This was the manifestation of death itself—the "curse."
If an ordinary Ascender touched even a single drop, they would likely suffer an incurable sudden death on the spot. The viscous Black Tide, formless as it gathered and dispersed, changed without cease.
Who knew how much will and determination from Hell Creatures lingering in the ashes it contained? Even the authority of rulers was not uncommon within it, only lying dormant for now.
The death realm formed by the Minister of Mourning's exhaustive search of