The eighth-rank Void Demon charging at Song Wen was shaped like a dog, yet not a single hair grew on its body. Its thirty-zhang-long frame was covered in finger-thick strips of flesh.
Its bloody maw gaped wide, with nine grayish-white tentacles extending from it.
The other Void Demons around it came in all manner of bizarre forms.
Naturally, Song Wen could not sense any of this himself; Shadow Void had told him.
"They're coming," Shadow Void warned.
Shadow Void's nine tentacles suddenly began to tremble violently, emitting a piercing hum.
The hum transformed into a visible sound wave, tearing through the pitch-black Source-Qi ahead and sweeping into the distance.
At the same time, dozens—perhaps hundreds—of shrill hums exploded beside Song Wen's ears.
The hums varied in strength, yet every one carried chaotic, violent intent. Like foul waves, they surged straight into Song Wen's sea of consciousness, seeking to drown his reason, shatter his sea of consciousness, and tear apart his soul.
Song Wen felt a sharp stabbing pain between his brows, but it vanished in an instant.
The divine-sense assaults borne by those hums were all blocked by the black hole in his sea of consciousness.
Shadow Void's divine-sense attack, on the other hand, achieved excellent results.
"Master, hurry and pursue it. That eighth-rank beast has been injured and is trying to flee! The other Void Demons are either dead or gravely wounded; they pose no threat at all," Shadow Void urged anxiously.
Song Wen acted as instructed, shooting forward at high speed.
After traveling several dozen li, Song Wen saw more than a hundred fifth-rank to seventh-rank Void Demons falling through the air and smashing toward the sea below. Some were already dead, while others were barely clinging to life.
Song Wen had no time to determine whether these