Within the Flowing Camp, Lu Yin looked up. The black of the Ink River differed from the black of Dead Silence. Dead Silence brought slaughter and reaped death, while the Ink River brought vigorous life—not life itself, but inheritance, the continuation of civilization.
It was as if the Ink River had gathered the wisdom of countless ancestors.
The Ink River Clan?
The two Ink Rivers intertwined and transformed into Black Flowing Light. Wushang Yue and Wuxia Yue stood atop the river, black and white hues swirling around them, beautiful and captivating. Yet beneath this breathtaking beauty lay immense killing intent.
Ink River, fall.
The Flowing Camp became paper, smeared with ink and dotted across the black-brown world.
Countless Tianxing Dome Ants were smeared away and vanished instantly. Wherever the Ink River covered, the Tianxing Dome Ants were devoured, as though they had never existed.
The beings that had joined the siege against the Tianxing Dome Ants were horrified and hurriedly retreated.
Lu Yin watched the Ink River surge toward him and immediately withdrew as well. Those two women had definitely done it on purpose. The Ink River had poured down from high above, so why had it been aimed straight at him?
The Tianxing Dome Ants were incredibly fast, but the Ink River's descent was not something speed could escape. It spread in an instant, like an invisible world.
Lu Yin could only withstand it with Dead Silence Power while simultaneously sensing the river's devouring force.
The Ink River was not a river at all. It was more like an expanse of black space that constantly dragged him inside.
Even Dead Silence Power was being pulled away, forming lines that streamed toward the Ink River.
Lu Yin had no choice but to use Heaven and Earth Annihilation Kill to evade