Return. Quiet.
Across the entire Malice Sea, the stench of corpses hung in the air.
A million enforcers had died in the blink of an eye.
No one dared look back, not even to glimpse the hem of that being's garment.
All they knew was that filth and evil had swept across this world.
Splash, splash.
The Malice Sea began to surge once more.
One Boat Leaf after another bobbed on the pitch-black ocean like dead branches.
It was as if nothing had happened.
No one dared speak.
At last, someone mustered the courage to let out a hoarse wail.
"Go back. Go back."
He was a fifteen-year-old boy, trembling all over. The reason in his eyes had long since vanished, and what little humanity remained was locked in a struggle with the madness within him.
"Go back!"
He stepped forward, unaware of what saying those words would bring.
As if a feeble candle had been lit in a world of icy, lifeless silence.
His voice carried out, reaching every trembling, terrified rebel.
It reached the millions of Blood-tainted Humans, who had already lost all hope.
"Go back!"
"Go back!"
"G-Go back."
The people murmured, their voices gradually growing louder.
Their reason could only make them mindlessly repeat those two words.
Upon this bizarre, dark Malice Sea,
at last, someone had kindled the will to go on living.
At last,
a special power emerged in someone—a potential born of the Power of Will.
It ignited when he found life stirring within him once more.
Buzzz!
More and more Will martial artists appeared.
It was as if, in that moment, they had truly been reborn.
"Go back."
Mu Yanwan spoke hoarsely, her body striking an awkward pose as if it had only just thawed.
The power of will swept through her