Watching these gradually growing Larvae constantly slaughter one another, Romon stood at the cave entrance, his expression gradually turning indifferent, with only a trace of sorrow remaining.
He could not help but be indifferent and sorrowful. The scene before him was tragic indeed, but after seeing it too often, he had grown numb.
These Human-Faced Larvae had once been people like him, professionals like him. Though the abilities of professionals varied in strength, their nature was the same.
For such a group of people to end up like this after death—how could it not fill him with sorrow?
By now, very few souls were falling from the sky. Apart from occasionally rescuing a batch of souls whenever souls fell, Romon could only stand by and watch these demonized Larvae slaughter one another without end.
"Fate truly toys with people!" To Romon, the unrestrained actions of these insects were pitiful beyond measure.
Their minds had been controlled by the Demonic Corruption here. They were no longer who they had once been.
Their forms had likewise been transformed into this state. There was nothing anyone could do about it.
The rain outside was gradually beginning to stop.
The sky remained overcast. The long rainy season had only just begun, and rainy days would continue to come.
Even Romon, standing inside the cave, could feel the dampness permeating the air.
"This weather really is dreadful." Even Romon felt helpless in such a humid atmosphere.
He saw that the Light Orb in the cave could only emit a faint warmth, which now seemed somewhat insufficient. So he took another Light Orb from the Shennong Horn Space. With the two Light Orbs gathered together, the warmth inside the cave drove away every trace of the clammy dampness that rushed at him.
After preparing everything, Romon