Having confirmed the complete death of the Abyss Apostle "Freezing Cold," the frost-covered, utterly exhausted hunters immediately scattered around its corpse.
In response to this hard-won victory from a hellish battle, these tenacious victors displayed different reactions. Some heaved a sigh of relief at the prey's sudden death, some were filled with grief over their fallen comrades, while others contentedly swallowed their final breath.
The First Hunter Group continued drifting through the surrounding vacuum for a while.
Before long, every living person present witnessed the end of the entire dark world with their own eyes.
Space began to shatter and come apart like a puzzle.
The darkness began to fade and recede like the tide.
Rumble—!
As a series of deafening sounds of the world collapsing continued to ring in the hunters' ears, the dark world summoned by the Abyss Apostle "Freezing Cold" completely fell apart.
And so, the surrounding vacuum swiftly returned to its original battlefield environment.
The toppled castle ruins.
The smoke-choked, scorched wasteland.
And the mountains of corpses and seas of blood formed from Mad Clowns and Abyssal true-form creatures.
Every scene around them swiftly returned to the appearance of the original central battlefield.
As for the hunters who had been drifting in the darkness, they all landed on the surface in the next instant. Their soles could finally stand firmly on the ground again, and their lungs could finally process oxygen once more.
"Haah... haah, haah..."
"Damn it, I can finally breathe with my mouth again. That experience just now was a nightmare within nightmares."
"Ugh... my eyes are frozen shut. Somebody hurry up and tell me—have we returned to where we started?"
"Yes, dear. We're back. We did it."
"Mmph... I can't get up. Can someone give me a hand?"
"Stop moving. Half your body