Faced with the massive Blood Floss power Wu Heng had unleashed, the entire deathly pale corridor suddenly trembled, and an immense aura emerged.
It was as though some kind of switch had been activated, like water rushing through opened floodgates.
Solid white light poured from the walls, ceiling, and floor of the corridor, blocking the red power that spread through the space like a tide.
The two forces collided, clearly divided and locked in opposition.
If this continued, the statue space's automatic restorative properties would gradually expel the invading Blood Floss power and return everything to normal.
By then, Fool Martin's soul, having already been transformed into a Blood Floss Demon, would no longer be able to enter it.
He might not be able to find another suitable soul.
Just as the space struck back, Wu Heng pressed his hand against the statue's head and snorted coldly. "It's nothing more than a dead object."
As his words rang out, another black force suddenly erupted from within the Blood Floss power invading the statue space—it was fear Nightmare Power.
Thanks to its extraordinary concealment, the Nightmare Power had remained mixed within the Blood Floss power all along.
Now that it erupted, its mingling and twisting with the Blood Floss power created violent collision waves, producing a powerful impact.
The pale corridor, glowing like the white lights in the various bedroom chambers from before, was driven back as though overwhelmed by an avalanche.
In the blink of an eye, black and red swept across the entire space.
The corridor became dark and cold.
The light vanished, leaving only red mist and black shadows, interspersed with eerie wails and murmured whispers.
Heaven had turned into hell in an instant.
Yet for the souls in the countless rooms, who had long been bathed in