From the depths of darkness, countless grotesque tentacles surged toward Ye Chen's humanity, pressing tightly against the defensive barrier he had created with his mental power. As they writhed and prowled across its surface in search of a breach, they relentlessly urged at Ye Chen's thoughts in greedy, hoarse voices:
"Things have come this far—do you still not understand?"
"All of this is nothing but an ugly struggle!"
"Everything you've done up until now has been utterly meaningless!"
"So free me, Ye Chen. Don't waste any more time!"
"I promise you, this time, I'll stand on your side!"
"You want to save the million dead souls who perished at the Butcher Hunter's hands?"
"No problem! Of course there's no problem! Once the Butcher dies, this 'Spirit Realm' will naturally collapse, and all these people's souls will naturally be set free! Isn't that an obvious fact?"
"In that regard, our interests are completely aligned. If you keep dragging this out, we'll only end up losing together and let that damned Butcher claim all the spoils!"
"Ye Chen, can you really accept that!?"
"He humiliated you to this extent—are you really willing to watch him reap the rewards without lifting a finger------!?"
Faced with the Abyss consciousness pressing him step by step, Ye Chen maintained the mental barrier while responding with a low-voiced question of his own.
"My demon form in reality is already several times stronger than it was when you slaughtered Ding Moluo."
"And yet, even so, I still have no way to deal with Jietisikoki."
"Because of the fundamental limitations of the fifth Nightmare realm, I can no longer continue evolving or growing stronger."
"If that's the case, then even if I hand control of my body over to you now, what can you do?"
"How are you going