Above the wasteland lay a bleak, desolate palette.
Some strange black shadows drifted about everywhere, like vicious ghosts devoid of self-awareness. They wandered endlessly, radiating an ominous aura.
"What are those? Ghosts?"
Little Black looked over curiously and found that the shadows trembled and flickered, wavering unpredictably. They seemed to possess no real strength—merely eerie in appearance, with no tangible danger.
They reminded it of stories its master had once mentioned: Yama's hell, with wandering ghosts everywhere.
"They're not living beings, just some lingering obsessions. And incomplete ones at that."
Lin Cheng took one glance and roughly identified them.
These shadows were merely obsessions left behind after powerful beings had died. There was nothing special about them.
Perhaps they had been affected by the blood of those powerful beings from before, absorbing some of its power and taking on form.
Perhaps after countless years, these shadows would turn into genuine vicious ghosts. But for now, they were only harmless "decorations."
They posed little threat.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, Little Black let out a soft sound of surprise and pointed into the distance. "Look, doesn't there seem to be someone over there?"
"No... they're powerful beings from the Primordial Universe!" Kulodo glanced over and immediately grew wary.
Whoosh!
In that brief instant, the figures in the distance had already drawn near. There were quite a few of them, men and women alike. Each wore a certain standardized robe, powerful auras flowing over the garments and proclaiming both nobility and strength.
As they approached, an intense pressure swept over them, carrying killing intent.
"More stragglers. Kill them!"
The moment they met, the other side had no intention of exchanging greetings. At their leader's command, they charged at Lin Cheng and the others in unison.
There were no superfluous movements. They opened with lethal techniques