My Shadow Crescent Moon Was Different

The Stone Milk slowly climbed upward, like the Grim Reaper in Purgatory teasing the little creatures on the hooks.

This palm-sized area was crammed with every former member of the Shadow Society, all big shots who could once squander Soul Plasma at will.

Yet now, each of them looked at the others, as though trying to find a sliver of hope for breaking free from this predicament in one another's eyes.

Unfortunately, there was none.

Gegwu's miraculous bone hand kept trying, but the entire room was incredibly hard. A desperate claw strike left behind only a pus-like **.

The room's elements seemed to have been deliberately altered, especially the Spatial Element. Even a powerhouse like the Spatial Mantis was helpless. This tiny Assembly Hall was filled with an incomprehensible, bizarre power.

This elemental power was endlessly creating Stone Milk while squeezing out all other energy.

Li Ziran could clearly feel the Thunder Element dwindling. The Elemental Organ within him could no longer produce more magic power, while the Thunder Elemental Gland only crackled without producing any new Thunder Element.

This was a sign that they could not draw elements from the outside world.

The entire Assembly Hall was rapidly undergoing an Elemental Metamorphosis toward a single element—the Stone Milk, that thing none of them even knew what it was.

Li Ziran possessed miraculous organs and abilities such as Purification, Blessing Organ, and Resurrection Spell, yet they were utterly useless before the Stone Milk. Right now, the previously inconspicuous Transformation Spell was far more practical.

"How did the Shadow Elder get in?"

A voice suddenly broke the room's silence. That single sentence was like a faint spark of fire, illuminating everyone's hope.

That was right!

Everyone asked themselves the same question. They had entered through teleportation, but what about the Shadow