Next, Weimeng opened his palm and raised it through the air. The space behind him was swiftly dyed a murky black, looking like an oil painting suddenly splashed and smeared with pitch-black ink!
Immediately afterward, a fifth brand-new world rose out of the sea of blood!
Barren, filthy, desolate earth!
Dim, obscure, turbid skies!
Boundless miasma stretching endlessly into the distance!
Crumbled walls and ruins left behind by all manner of intelligent civilizations!
And countless black shadows filling and wandering among those sights like swarms of rats!
Thus, a Spirit Realm with an eerie, sinister, even terrifying style—utterly at odds with its owner's image—revealed itself in every aspect behind Weimeng!
And after he summoned this world, a murky black torrent, impossible to tell whether it was solid, liquid, or gas, slowly coiled around Weimeng's heels like vines before spiraling its way up to his shoulders.
"Black Death Wasteland."
Weimeng lowered his head to look at the black current over his body, his expression shedding its former brightness as he spoke seriously and solemnly.
"This is my Spirit Realm."
Ye Chen gazed at the dark world behind Weimeng, feeling the cold aura rushing toward him, before giving a complicated assessment.
"Mm, this is my first time seeing it. The composition of this scene alone looks brimming with aggression. It truly is completely different from your usual style."
Weimeng smiled bitterly.
"Yeah. Its effect is just as terrifying as its appearance. You could say it's the Spirit Realm here with the most uncontrollable effects."
"Of course, I believe none of that will be a problem for you."
"Ye Chen, be careful later."
Ye Chen replied with calm composure.
"Of course. Don't worry."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Chen turned and met Oko's eyes.
"Hmph~"
Facing Ye Chen's gaze, Oko clasped