[War-Torn Zone coverage: 100%]
As the Soul Tide struck the boundary of the Present World, the Level Two Defense Device let out a shattering wail. The Present World Guard Force on the front line had already begun fighting the frenzied souls.
With a tremendous boom, the remnant souls rising from the Abyss trampled over one another. Their silk-thin reason had burned away in the flames called hope.
Only one obsession remained: get closer to that light.
Anyone who tried to stop them would be affected by that twisted will, so profound it could be called a curse, and reduced to insignificant dust in their wake.
The Present World shook. Countless almost human-shaped remnant souls dragged things with lizard heads behind them, hauling their own half-destroyed soul bodies as they charged toward Mo Yi and the others.
A dragon's roar pierced heaven and earth. A blast of Dragon Breath erupted, annihilating the remnant souls lunging toward them.
Mo Yi and the others held back the strongest onslaught, while the rest dealt with the remnant souls that slipped through.
There were none of the expected wails or cries of resentment, only the twisted determination to cast everything aside and keep moving forward.
Even with only severed limbs left, they would press on.
Even when annihilation left them with nothing but severed legs, they could still run. With only heads left, they rolled forward; with only arms, they crawled. Even a single finger would claw at the air and advance.
"Home... protect..."
"Go back... kill... mission complete..."
"Protect... world... save... save..."
"Hope... hope of going home..."
Broken murmurs mingled in thousands of different languages, their souls voicing the one obsession they refused to abandon.
"This isn't your world! Get out!" Chen Ze roared. Countless black feathers slashed down like blades.
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