Those two hands tore apart the sea of blood.
This was not a metaphor.
The blood-red ocean, thick as tar, was split down the middle by an irresistible force.
Like the Red Sea parted in the ancient Bible, a path leading into an unknown abyss unfolded before them.
Then that thing slowly rose from the abyss beneath the divided sea of blood.
A Purple Generic Humanoid Decisive Battle Weapon.
Its height could no longer be measured by common sense.
It merely stood there, and the surrounding Time and Space began to visibly distort. Light bent under the gravitational pull of its immense mass, forming rings of bizarre halos.
Every slight movement it made stirred up a storm—
"Fuck—what the fuck is that thing?!"
Watching the colossal creature rise, Zhang Jie forced the words from his throat. The hand gripping his Desert Eagle trembled slightly.
This was not fear, but a deeper shudder born of biological instinct.
When an ant looked up at a human, it probably felt something like this.
He stopped moving. So did everyone else.
Every sound on the battlefield vanished, leaving only the thunderous roar stirred up by that Purple god-demon as it rose.
But Zhang Jie quickly noticed something was wrong.
It was not only the blood phantoms controlled by Youquan. Even Luo Yinglong, Zhan Lan, Song Que—the Central Continent Team members beside him—had stopped in midair like soulless puppets, gazing up at the Purple giant with vacant, almost worshipful eyes.
Their faces were expressionless, but the giant's figure was reflected in the depths of their pupils, as though their souls had been completely stripped away.
This—
Zhang Jie's heart skipped a beat as a chill crawled up his spine to his scalp.
He suddenly realized that something was eroding their minds.
The next moment, he