The Power of Despair

The ink-black power of the Evil God spread in all directions, like a cloud of mist rapidly expanding.

When the power leaking from the Evil God reached a critical point, a monster took shape within the darkness.

Li Yu and Wang Mingde could not see the power leaking from the Evil God, but this monster appeared right before their eyes.

The weapon platforms on both sides of the cliff face quickly took aim and fired several beams of energy.

Before the monster could even open its eyes, it was riddled with holes, its corpse sinking toward the seabed.

A second monster was quickly manufactured, immediately drawing fire and being shot down without any resistance.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

Every time a monster was taken out, a new one appeared immediately, but they all met the same fate, their bodies torn apart by energy beams.

In the blink of an eye, at least a hundred monsters had been slaughtered.

Fang Cheng glanced at the rows of weapon platforms on the left and right sides of the cliff; the interlocking fire net they constructed had absolutely no blind spots.

It seemed that there was no need for them to intervene; these weapon platforms alone were enough to deal with the monsters.

But since Li Yu and Wang Mingde were so nervous, and the entire Undersea Base was acting as if facing a formidable enemy, it was clear that these weapon platforms were insufficient to resolve the threat.

Fang Cheng continued to watch and discovered that the speed at which the monsters were being manufactured was getting faster and faster.

It was as if they were coming off an automated factory assembly line, increasing at an astonishing rate.

The weapon platforms on both sides were firing at full capacity, the interwoven