Chaos energy spread like a vast net, yet also resembled enormous butterfly wings, with countless indescribable, uncanny creatures hidden within it.
Nameless was certain that at least tens of billions of energy creatures lurked within that chaos-like energy.
"Looks like the Calamity Team's threat can be eliminated today."
Nameless saw that one of the Calamity Team's members could no longer hold on.
Once their defenses broke, death followed.
That Calamity Team member was instantly swallowed by the torrent of attacks, leaving not even a speck behind.
The next moment, Nameless saw a soul appear in the Great River. It belonged to that Calamity Team member.
But the soul was dull and unresponsive now. The moment the energy torrent engulfed him, he had already died in his own perception, so all that remained was a blank-slate soul.
Good stuff, Nameless thought. He controlled the Great River and crushed the soul, making the river stronger again.
The longer the Great River existed, the more souls it would absorb and the stronger its abilities would become.
Most Soul-Light would ultimately strengthen the Great River itself, while souls were handled according to whether they were good or evil.
Good souls could find shelter in the Great River, and their very presence would continue to strengthen it. Evil souls were crushed outright to nourish the river.
As the Great River's master, Nameless could travel through it at will to any place with life, and even reach worlds beyond the Lashao Universe.
But he had no intention of leaving yet.
He believed in seeing things through from beginning to end. Until the Great Destruction was over, he would not run off elsewhere.
Besides, the Great River had many abilities. Collecting souls was only one of them.
As long as the Great River existed, Nameless would be