Meanwhile, the entire internet remained flooded with scenes of disasters from across the world.
After the Abyssal Sage King's power was spread across the entire plane, the draining of any single ordinary person's life was no longer fast enough to kill them instantly.
Yet that only made it more torturous.
Everyone could clearly feel their life force slipping away, little by little.
It was no illusion, no psychological effect brought on by fear, but a weakness their bodies could genuinely feel.
Some sat beside the street, watching helplessly as the backs of their hands gradually lost their color and the legs that had barely supported them grew softer and weaker.
Some huddled in their homes, locking every door and window, yet the chill still seeped outward from the deepest parts of their bodies.
Some ran toward hospitals with children in their arms, only to collapse themselves halfway there.
Others knew full well that they would die sooner or later if this continued, yet had no idea where they could flee.
Because there was nowhere to flee.
This was not an attack on a single city, nor was it the Abyss engulfing one particular war zone.
The entire Douluo Plane was being devoured by the same power.
Live feeds from around the world kept flickering from one scene to the next.
Some cities had already descended into chaos, while others were barely maintaining order.
Medical facilities were packed, but although healing-type Soul Masters could mend injuries, they could not stop that weakness stemming from the ceaseless draining of life at its very source.
Fear, confusion, anger.
In the end, all of it slowly settled into despair.
And just after the phantom of the End Dragon slowly faded from the sky...
Tang Wulin did not sink into deeper despair like everyone around