Chapter 411

Reeking and viscous.

That was Sui Xiong's first impression after charging into the red light.

What reeked and clung to him was malice so dense it had already become tangible.

Hatred, resentment—hatred for every living thing in the world, hatred for all beauty, hatred for all kindness, even hatred for all things that existed.

Countless strands of hatred intertwined, becoming absolute evil.

No further reason was needed. Such ultimate hatred was the deepest and purest evil, without even the slightest trace of any other impurity.

The instant he had burst inside, Sui Xiong had even felt as though he were about to suffocate.

At this moment, he was immensely grateful that he did not actually need to breathe. Otherwise, if he inhaled this damned stuff... even if his body could withstand its corrosion, it would still be disgustingly nauseating!

He quietly chuckled, using the smile to ease the pressure in his heart.

Living and fighting in an environment like this truly put him under enormous pressure. If he did not let it out a little, he was worried he might go mad.

(Go mad?!)

Sui Xiong suddenly froze and frowned.

He remembered the bizarre chaos he had seen earlier.

That chaos's power had been vague and disorderly, carrying astonishing infectivity and corrosiveness, but at its root, its essence had been an incomparably deep malice. He simply had never noticed it.

It was not that his powers of observation were lacking. Rather, in the face of the immense danger of the chaotic power corrupting his mind, he had subconsciously overlooked something like malice.

Only now, upon arriving atop the demonic star Wormwood, did he abruptly realize—though the malice contained within this demonic star differed slightly from that within the chaos, their roots were extremely similar.

Could it be... that bizarre chaos