For the first time, Ji Jue heard the mournful howls, screams, and wailing produced by boiling spirit essence.
It was like being subjected to death by a thousand cuts.
A blurred face emerged from the surging spirits, twitching in terror and wailing miserably as it tore apart its own body again and again. Countless fragments scattered away, yet they could not escape the horrifying pull coming from the darkness.
Until, at last, it made up its mind.
Formless exploded with a thunderous crash!
Hundreds upon thousands of bloody lights burst outward in every direction, but most were instantly swallowed by the darkness and vanished. Only a few scattered fragments escaped that terrifying pull, fleeing in panic without looking back.
They did not even dare to turn around.
That was how they brushed past the Deer-Headed Wraith, which had arrived upon blood. The strange monster's steps paused for a brief instant before it indifferently withdrew its gaze.
Then it slowly walked through the dust-covered doors.
Within the deathly darkness, vague outlines emerged from eternal gloom, hoarsely and unevenly humming an ancient tune.
Like dead spirits imprisoned in an endless cycle of reincarnation.
Futilely remembering their homeland.
"Think of home... think of home..."
The departed souls sang joyously from hell: "How lovely is home..."
And so, from within the song, a horrifying aura erupted like a waterfall, sweeping outward and gradually drowning the entire Rift World.
In a corner of the central hub, darkness came over Ji Jue's vision in waves.
He felt unprecedented trembling and fear... as though an invisible, icy palm had brushed across his soul, selecting materials, examining them with detached indifference, before slowly moving on.
What he felt was the terrifying gulf between them, as vast as heaven and abyss—the fear and bewilderment of being meat on the