Ye Buyu indistinctly uttered two names.
"[Gestation]... [Life Sustenance]..."
Those Without a Home and the Wind and Thunder King, who had likewise turned into ghosts, exchanged a glance. Wind-Thunder immediately shouted.
"That thing outside is either [Gestation] or [Life Sustenance]. It must have something to do with those two!"
Little Whale closed its open mouth, its words stolen. So you're the only ones who can talk, huh.
Heaven forbid anyone forget you're still alive.
Meanwhile, the monster, which had swollen to fill half the space, seemed to have been provoked and let out a roar of pain.
Its furious roar sent those closest to it flying.
Even though its current state was no longer at the fourteenth tier, and it no longer had that sense of single-handedly suppressing everyone, even a starving camel was bigger than a horse. Besides, this thing seemed impossible to kill.
And Ye Buyu finally found a discernible fragment among the hazy fragments of memory.
Broken mountain ranges, plummeting ships.
Heaven and earth seemed to have switched places. Ruined walls floated across the shattered sky, one stretch after another.
Heavy rain poured from the rifts. That rain was not clear; when it fell onto faces, it carried a warm, bloody smell, retaining the last traces of life's warmth.
The blood-red curtain of rain obscured the view. Hiding beneath a collapsed eave, leaning against a cold wall, a child held a doll whose original appearance was no longer recognizable and gazed out with uncomprehending eyes.
Ye Buyu entered this memory as an observer. She raised her head and looked out through the torrential rain of blood.
Beyond the firmament, a chaotic battle was unfolding.
Roaring warriors were mashed together with the steel weapons around them, crushed to bits. The warriors who rose to resist spilled their blood