What!?
Even though he was several kilometers away, Zhang Tie could still feel an endless wave of Death Qi wildly spreading, leaving him rooted to the spot.
It was as if, with Mo Ling's "death," some terrifying existence trapped inside that shell had crawled out.
The black shadow grew larger and larger.
In just a few seconds, hundreds of rapidly moving Lin Ans simultaneously sank into a quagmire and began roaring and struggling without reason.
Streams of black threads descended from the thick dark cloud, gradually condensing into a gigantic silhouette.
With his back to the rising darkness,
in Zhang Tie's eyes, that shadow filled with the stillness of death, seemingly crawling out of hell, slowly rose to its feet.
One meter, two meters, five meters, ten meters.
Expanding and spreading.
In just a few seconds, the night sky began to boil.
One strange whisper after another began to echo, like the ancient sacrificial chants of a Religious Sacrifice.
As the black shadow gradually solidified, the power originating from within Mo Ling steadily rose to over forty meters.
A gigantic shadow was cast across the earth.
A Necro-lord more terrifying than an Aberration had been born.
Her consciousness froze at the final moment.
It was different from the imagined return of consciousness to nothingness.
Under the effect of the Meme, Mo Ling, whose consciousness had been occupied and who should have died completely, suddenly felt the world before her freeze.
A strange power drilled into her consciousness space, continuously selecting fragments of memory like scenes flashing past in a deathbed vision.
In an instant, her emotions were stripped away, and her consciousness was stripped away.
Apart from the deepest desire in her heart, all her memories seemed to be cut away from her thoughts by a gigantic pair of scissors.