The slaughter in the Abyss Mid-layer showed no signs of stopping.
Corpse rain across the sky intertwined with the red light of rebirth.
Tens of trillions of beings rushed forward wave after wave, stubbornly using their lives to add countless amounts of origin to Yang Yu.
Yang Yu sat cross-legged right in the center of the Abyss Core, his hands resting casually on his knees.
Within his Gray-Gold Pupils, a waterfall of data representing the underlying logic of the Abyss Mark was rolling wildly at a frequency of hundreds of millions of times per second.
A steady stream of energy passed through the conduits, turning into materialized gray-gold warm currents that poured into his Origin Sea.
This feeling was very tangible.
To deal with that nameless, extremely high-dimensional rotten flesh monster outside the barrier, Yang Yu had long since adjusted the time-dilation ratio between the Abyss Universe and the outside world.
One day passed in the outside world, while an entire year passed inside the Abyss.
Time was the best weapon to digest fear.
That initial batch of Chaos Giant Beasts that fell into the mid-layer could still easily insta-kill patches of High God players.
However, as the Abyss time-flow progressed, the players' proficiency in resurrecting, feeding themselves to the beast, and biting went straight up.
Yang Yu saw it clearly through the Dominator's Vision.
Merely in the past dozen Abyss years, the physical quality of the Abyss beings had undergone an essential leap.
Even just now, three Blue Star Sword Cultivators fought for the tail of a heavily injured Chaos Giant Beast, drawing their swords and hacking at each other on the spot, neither willing to yield.
The players had started kill-stealing.
This meant that the fear of death brought by the extremely high-dimensional fragments had been completely overcome