Andersen, Black Soul Wang Ya-After Every Side Had Sung, All Took the Stage (Please Vote Monthly)

A Star Battlefield shrouded in darkness was thick with ghostly qi. Shade Souls covered the ground, their shrieks and roars seeming to erupt from the depths of one's heart, making the listener's hair stand on end and their whole body tremble.

The swelling Black Mist soared into the sky, faintly revealing one savage, grotesquely twisted face after another.

All things withered. The vitality of grass and trees was severed, while living beings turned into stark white skeletons, still frozen in the posture of fleeing for their lives before death.

The dead merged into the Black Mist, becoming part of those twisted faces.

This was the death of all things between heaven and earth.

A lament of returning to zero.

The source and instigator of it all was a humanoid being shrouded in Black Mist. Both hands gripped a black banner inscribed with bizarre Bloody Incantations. Its bloody stench was overpowering, as though it contained the bloodshed and Baleful Intent of an entire world.

He stood in a horse stance, exerting strength through both arms as he shook it without pause.

Space, time, heaven, and earth seemed to turn upside down in Chaos Reversal. Only the howling faces within the Black Mist remained, as the world of the dead descended.

"Terrifying, too terrifying. I'm actually trembling."

"Such ultimate death is enough to strangle me. I can hardly imagine what method I would need to escape the fate of defeat and destruction."

A voice with particularly dramatic rises and falls echoed beneath the faces in the Black Mist.

He wore a white robe. Beneath his deep-set eyes lay distinctive red eyeshadow, lending him a somewhat bewitching air.

He had a high nose bridge, fair skin, and the appearance of a very young being.

Yet he was also filled with an eerie sense