The light faded completely.
The void split open, and Gu Qingshan fell above the River of Time.
"Xiao Wei! We didn't catch Xiao Wei!" Mu roared hoarsely.
Gu Qingshan stared at the River of Time below. Suddenly sensing something, he shouted:
"Prepare for battle! We can barely protect ourselves right now—"
In an instant, a dense layer of bugs appeared all over his body.
The bugs were made entirely of light, and only took shape the moment they entered the River of Time.
Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp—
The bugs let out shrill cries, seemingly extremely uncomfortable in their surroundings.
Gu Qingshan's thoughts stirred.
Four Flying Swords appeared from the void, turning into streaks of afterimages as they slashed at the bugs again and again.
But it was no use. The swords passed right through the bugs without harming them.
"How can this be?" Gu Qingshan exclaimed.
"There really is nothing we can do. We—"
Mu roared as he released the power of light. It only made the bugs more agitated; he couldn't kill even one.
He said despairingly, "This is an unknowable apocalypse. There's nothing we can do—"
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up from the River of Time, carrying a hint of dampness.
The breeze brushed against Gu Qingshan, making the bugs stir uneasily.
A thought struck Gu Qingshan. Summoning all his strength, he twisted his body and plunged toward the River of Time.
The wind.
It suddenly grew unimaginably fierce.
Gu Qingshan's clothes whipped wildly around him.
Chirp, chirp, chirp!
The light-shaped bugs shrieked in terror.
They gathered together and merged into a monster made entirely of light, standing atop Gu Qingshan.
It was a skeleton cloaked in blazing light. The ghastly white radiance covering its body was like a mantle, completely blocking the wind around it.