The open ground in front of Building 720 was littered with lingering snow and corpse ash, almost impossible to tell apart.
Jing Jiu's blue tracksuit and the red cloth wrapped around Snow Ji stood out sharply in such surroundings.
A world occupied by the Dark Matter Sea would gradually lose all its colors, leaving only shades of black until, at last, it became part of that sea devoid of all life. In a sense, color was the symbol of life, and also what the ultimate will of the Dark Matter Sea hated most.
At this moment, color suddenly appeared in this gray-black world. The monsters of the Dark Matter Sea had no sight, sensing the presence of life through other means, yet they could still see that splash of blue and dot of red, and feel the power of that presence.
At the very moment Jing Jiu stepped out of the building entrance.
Thousands of Dai Xu and Half-Tails that had already reached the outskirts of a certain city suddenly stopped, kicking up great clouds of dust.
The Beast Tide that was crossing mountains and ridges, slaughtering without pause, also stopped.
Suddenly, every monster stood still.
The pounding outside the underground base's Alloy Door also ceased.
People looked at one another in fear, instinctively falling silent, even holding their breath.
A few creaks came from a residential building.
The entire planet fell quiet, deathly still.
Even the nine black suns in the sky stopped moving, as though sensing, observing, judging, and guarding against something.
In a distant Starfield, deep within that desolate planet, the Galaxy Alliance's Central Computer was calculating at its highest speed.
Green data cascaded like waterfalls, somehow resembling the monsters of the Dark Matter Sea pouring from Spatial Fissures.
Before long, those green waterfalls of