They were waiting.
Wu Heng was waiting as well!
When the time once again reached midnight, when another day of sacrifice arrived, Wu Heng moved.
His body transformed into mist.
His phantom cloak and Crown also took on a misty form. With the entire moon as their core, he resembled a giant embracing the whole moon.
The dual traits were like bizarre threads.
They first erupted from the final crater on the moon's surface, turning into a blood-colored pillar of light that pierced the heavens and radiated a chilling aura.
The thread-like traits continued from there toward Crater Three, Crater Two, and Crater One, eventually forming a Z shape.
Then they shot straight toward the surface of the blue Earth. After streaking across the sky, they split into three.
Each bizarre trait surged toward one of the soul crystals.
Inside the dockside warehouse, the boss who wanted to be a villain lay on his bed, obsessively pressing the crystal to his forehead, smiling continuously.
He felt the embrace of countless evils within it.
It was so exhilarating and liberating. He did not need to care about morality or ethics, obey laws and regulations, or concern himself with other people's opinions.
Everything centered around his own heart. He could do whatever he wanted.
This boss, who had spent his entire life pretending to be a good man, now lay motionless on his bed, as though hopelessly addicted to some online game.
Yet he failed to notice that the soul crystal pressed against his forehead seemed to be constantly changing color. The cold red within it seemed to be incubated, gradually turning into a warm red.
Lights and colors flowed within, like countless snowflakes.
Countless evil souls were entangled among those snowflakes. They wailed as they were corroded and melted.
Like snow