Little Whale's gaze turned cold, and her aura surged. The Soul Power flowing around her was as vast as a raging flood, raising towering waves from level ground.
"One after another-do you really think the Salvation Hall of Fame came here to watch?!"
Her blue-and-white body shot forward. The light abruptly dimmed, and enormous steel wreckage rose into the air.
The edges of a dust-shrouded city became sharp spines along her back. Sealed mountains and rivers clung to her enormous body like armor. The howling storm stirred up visible white currents of air that passed through lifeless edges, producing a reverberating wail.
The enormous body raised its head.
Hum!
Countless sealed souls cried out in unison. The nearest Calamity was instantly torn to dust, and the wailing sound waves spread ceaselessly outward like tangible ripples.
In an instant, everyone felt their souls shudder.
Qian Tu clutched her head, her cold gaze turning toward the colossus that had appeared.
"[Whale of Wailing]. So the Salvation Hall of Fame has decided to intervene after all."
Tears of sadness slid down Ji Wangsheng's cheeks, and a withering black flower rolled off her pitch-black Mourning Garb.
"What a sorrowful wail. Death is where you belong."
The black flower floated up, its scattered petals carrying the aura of death as they flew toward the Whale of Wailing, only to be severed midway by a bookmark.
Ku Rong raised his hand and caught the spinning bookmark. The black flower had corroded it completely, and he crushed it into dust.
The scholarly Ku Rong stood in front of Ji Wangsheng, blocking her path. A gentle, refined smile graced his lips as he spoke without mercy.
"If you have time to mourn others, why not weep for yourself? Oh, I forgot. You people from Black Plague love giving