The sky was still dim, yet it was not the pitch-black silence of death. Every so often, a colossal bolt of lightning silently flared in the distant sky, illuminating the world in perfect detail.
Yet even at its brightest, this world held not the slightest hint of color. It was always a black-and-white photograph—and the kind displayed in a funeral parlor, at that.
The surrounding areas, which had been like pools of sludge, had fallen silent. Only the stench remained.
Zhang Yang sat beneath the hill, rapidly recovering the energy consumed by his Soul Force Field.
The twenty-five Dragonblood Blade Cavalry and five Dragonblood Heavy Cavalry circled the hill, patrolling the eight nodes of the Imprisonment Array.
Old Alec, Kalli, Anderson, and the others who had not undergone Dragonblood transformation waited uneasily. With their understanding, they had no feasible way to judge what was happening before them.
Perhaps there was only one thing that gave them a glimmer of hope: aside from Bob, the eleven Dragonblood Warriors, ten Exploration Heroes, and six Gatu Warlords had all seemed to turn into bloodthirsty beasts, retaining nothing but their battle instincts.
Yet for some unknown reason, the eleven Dragonblood Warriors and the five Exploration Heroes who had been transformed into Dragonblood Heavy Cavalry now had sparks of intelligence dancing in their previously beastlike eyes. They had even begun chatting and laughing as they discussed the battle that had just taken place—a battle that would have been utterly unimaginable in the Pendor World.
Zhang Yang had naturally noticed this situation long ago, but he was not surprised.
Back in the Pendor World, he had been forced to sacrifice these soldiers' intelligence in his pursuit of power. But now, after spiritual energy entered their bodies, that fatal shortcoming had finally been made up for. After