"Not good!"
Water Lord's pupils contracted sharply. He immediately rushed out of the barrier. Wu also realized what was wrong: the President's aura was now extremely faint. Clearly, he had used all his strength elsewhere.
The defense just now had only been to buy time.
The key was what lay behind him!
Wu focused his gaze. The black fog behind the President suddenly burst open, and an overwhelming pressure spread out. Wu's brows tightened. Since devouring that door, he had never felt anything like this shiver of fear. The pressure seemed not to affect his body, but to strike directly at the deepest, most precious part of him.
A frigid aura seeped out. As the black fog churned, it seemed to open some kind of passage. Strange sounds kept coming from the other side: a woman's sobbing, indistinct screams, deep, suppressed laughter, helpless struggles, and furious roars—the dull sound of flesh being torn apart...
All these sounds blended together into a profoundly discordant melody. Everyone was certain that the world beyond did not belong to the human realm, nor to any space they knew. It sounded as if a savage battle was raging there.
But the next second, Jiang Cheng froze. He heard an even stranger sound: a rhythm-less, muffled rumbling that conveyed sheer enormity.
It was undoubtedly a gigantic thing that existed only in the darkness. The space here had not been unstable merely because Wu and the President had clashed. The true cause was this thing.
The low mechanical rumble grew clearer. Amid the countless bizarre sounds came the scrape of countless parts grinding together. Jiang Cheng's eyes widened as an image formed in his mind: a heavy, ancient machine shuddering inside its rust-covered shell as it slowly approached.
"Oh, no..."
That was Jiang Cheng's instinctive reaction. He