Heh heh heh heh heh...
An endless, boundless oppressive force filled this vast gathering ground of the Dimensional Esophagus. Everywhere shrouded by the Source of Darkness was saturated with indescribable oppression. Crack, crack, crack—bones were being crushed into fine powder beneath the pressure of the Source of Darkness. Some excessively sturdy bones even gradually broke free from Bone Continent amid the chaotic rules, drifting toward the darkness high above.
The Seven-Colored Sacred Mountain Gourd Kid had dimmed until it was nearly without luster. Only that purple gourd was still struggling to resist, but the Source of Darkness it absorbed was so negligible compared to the enormous True Body of the Dark Sacred Ancestor Wushi. Even Little Eight had been pinned to the ground, struggling bitterly. Other than fleeing into the Dimension Gap, there was little else it could do.
Boom!
A pillar of dark light descended from nowhere without warning. The dark pressure emanating from it was truly astounding!
After the Seven-Colored Sacred Mountain Gourd Kid was swallowed up, it vanished, returning to the imagined world within the Dimension Gap. The purple gourd also gradually faded away after losing the Gourd Kid as its coordinate vessel.
Boom!
Another pillar of dark light descended immediately afterward, targeting Little Eight. Yet this time, the dark pillar was struck by a milky-white radiance and deflected away.
The one who had saved Little Eight was Green, holding the Truth-Balance Magic Staff.
"Come back!"
As though their hearts were linked, Little Eight flashed with a ripple of spacetime upon Green's summons and appeared on his shoulder. In its childlike drawing form, it seemed utterly unaware of its current appearance as it shouted, "That Dark Gate has reached its limit after piercing into the Dimensional Esophagus. With the willpower support provided by the tens of thousands