With reason burned away by fury, there was no room for sobbing. Only two trails of pitch-black tears represented the sorrow [Those Without a Home] had nowhere to place.
Though composed of countless souls, in what should have been an exquisite body, it remained shrouded in indistinct black mist that formed a long, dark river trailing behind it.
Draped in black mist, [Those Without a Home] walked toward the Third Zone, bearing boundless fury gathered from distant ages, venting its rage upon its former enemies.
The Level-Two Defense alert returned to the safe range, and the threat of the Present World's destruction passed. Everyone felt nothing but lingering fear.
The instant [Those Without a Home] accepted that name, a dense Calamity Aura flowed back into Ye Buyu along threads invisible to the naked eye and imperceptible to the soul.
An immense Soul Shock struck Ye Buyu without warning. Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, it made her, already under overwhelming pressure and on the verge of physical collapse, lose consciousness completely.
Kou Ying and Wan Lan suffered the same fate.
One had provided the plan, the other had awakened that last shred of reason, and then both passed out cold from the kindly return gift of [Those Without a Home].
What did you call that? Unlucky suckers knocked out by gifts.
Little Whale shrugged. "Oops, I think I forgot to mention that when you create a Calamity, it remembers you. After all, you're practically half its creator. That would be hard to forget, right?"
Had Ye Buyu been awake, she would definitely have given Little Whale a chop with her hand. Unfortunately, the gift from [Those Without a Home] had already lulled her to sleep.
Mu Bingge and the other two exchanged looks, each catching one person,