Not bad. You've even mastered this move?
The very heart of the entire Unseen Hill was undergoing a dramatic transformation.
Even after enduring repeated attacks, Fu Qian still gave high praise to the achievements displayed by the Death Angel, who had finally made an appearance.
It was a truly spectacular sight. Human-shaped shadows crowded together like a cascading waterfall, and there was no doubt where they were rushing: straight here.
And Fu Qian, who had instantly become the center of attention, felt that the scene looked familiar.
During the last mission, when he encountered that "big tongue" with heartburn in the middle of the lake, he had witnessed an attack like this before, though it hadn't been on such an outrageous scale.
Judging by what happened afterward, these things might not be very dangerous, but they represented a certain kind of deep-seated corruption.
The more of them that touched you, the deeper you became integrated into this place—and the less independent you were before Ji Feng's will.
Of course, these ghosts moved slowly, so hiding from them for the time being was no problem. What mattered was what this attack represented.
This was an attack that, to a certain extent, touched on the very essence of the Unseen Hill.
It pierced through the boundary between the worlds on either side of the door, casually tearing open a path for the ghosts to obey his command. A'wei's effortless technique demonstrated his control over this place.
Combined with the rift that had just cleaved downward, it gave the impression that he was the Unseen Hill's new master.
The significance of the words "It's already too late" was still sinking in.
It seemed the Clown really had completed his mission perfectly—despite being below demigod level, he'd used brilliant methods to hold Fu Qian