The End, the Hermit Handles the Aftermath

Zhiyue wished she could chop Huang Lingheng into pieces and eat him.

This is not a metaphor, but rather a result of the darkness and evil that has grown within Zhiyue's heart.

But ultimately, it's still within the scope of what can be controlled.

Zhiyue immediately came to Qingxue's side, dispersed the pollutants, and helped her up.

Although the damage to her was relatively minor, it still caused some degree of deformity in her body.

"Shen Hui! Look what you've done!"

Look around you, look at us, look at Qingxue!

Shen Hui, who had remained unmoved until then, was moved by these words, especially those spoken by Qingxue.

My body swayed.

Seeing that it was effective, Huang Lingheng struggled to his feet and said shakily:

"It's alright... she's fine. Before... I was just making things up."

Shen Hui turned to look at Huang Lingheng, and an immense sense of oppression pressed down on him.

He was suddenly plunged into darkness, with the howling sea wind and crashing waves in his ears.

He was like a lone boat in a boundless, dark sea.

I don't know where it will eventually drift to, or what it will encounter.

Everything is unknown.

All he knew was that everything was unknown.

Constant fear, constant anxiety.

It was like a knife slowly cutting into his flesh, an unbearable torment.

Here, time has lost its meaning.

I don't know how much time has passed, maybe thousands or hundreds of years, or maybe just a fleeting moment.

In the silent darkness, a new sound finally arose.

A loud crashing sound came from behind Huang Lingheng, Huang Lingheng slowly turned around to look.

It was an unknown, colossal Giant Objects hidden in the darkness.

A soft white light appeared.

Huang Lingheng once again confronted his fear, and all the emotions he had been holding back erupted exponentially at this moment.

His body was stiff, his eyes were wide open, and his pupils were dilated.

That's the Father of Sharks!

But at that moment, the surrounding darkness receded, and the figure of the Father of Sharks gradually disappeared.

Huang Lingheng returned to the Real World from the illusion that was both real and unreal.

Although his mind and reason had been tormented beyond recognition.

Zhiyue and Leng Zimeng also briefly fell into a dreamlike illusion, but not as severely as Huang Lingheng.

They didn't know exactly how much time had passed.

However, after they also withdrew from it, they all stared in shock at what lay ahead.

There, not only is there Shen Hui, but also Qingxue.

Qingxue seemed to have woken up somehow while they were trapped in the illusion of reality and illusion.

I don't know how long this period has lasted, or what exactly happened.

But Qingxue's expression was dazed at the moment, yet she held tightly to Shen Hui, Creator Form.

A polluted aura, like a combination of water and mist, emanated from Shen Hui and was invading Qingxue's body.

The barbs on Shen Hui's body also pierced into her body.

Fresh blood gushed out slowly from Qingxue's seven orifices and torso.

On Shen Hui's dark gray body, thin, bright red, and striking bloodstains were scattered and outlined.

A glimmer of light gradually appeared in the several pairs of dark eyes on Shen Hui's chest.

That Unspeakable, Eldritch Beings aura was waning.

The sharp teeth on its face slowly closed until not a single gap remained, and it returned to a face without features.

The barbs at the joints retracted into the body, and the dorsal fin on the back transformed back into Tentacles.

The black water and mist within the halo also separated, returning to a twilight-like color.

Shen Hui's Creation Form gradually returned to normal.

The ever-expanding Death World also stopped, and even began to shrink back.

The layer of black water on the ground, along with the pollution on the ground, all turned into black smoke and drifted into the air.

The oppressive, oppressive, and fearful feeling that had been lingering in Zhiyue and the others' hearts finally disappeared.

Both mentally and physically, at this moment it felt as if they had broken free from the foot of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

That feeling of relaxation was simply wonderful.

One of Shen Hui's hands, in its Creator Form, peeled away a swirling mist and transformed into a human arm.

The arm stroked Qingxue's head, and a hoarse, deep voice came from Shen Hui's body:

"So you're alright..."

After saying that, Shen Hui collapsed to the ground.

A large amount of smoke billowed from his body, and his body completely transformed back into a human form from the Creator Form.

Qingxue also collapsed and lost consciousness.

Only Zhiyue and Leng Zimeng remained, staring at each other in bewilderment. Everything had happened so suddenly to them.

Aside from the physical damage, everything else on the streets has vanished, though some traces remain.

The dark "filter" over the city disappeared, and the sky returned to its clear state.

Everyone who had been watching the sky changes saw the unusual weather disappear and went back to their own business.

They were completely unaware that a crisis had already passed.

The remaining Zhiyue and Leng Zimeng, were also not in good condition.

In the Death World, facing Shen Hui, in that illusion that blurs the lines between reality and illusion.

Their mental and rational states were greatly affected.

In particular, Zhiyue had absorbed the power of the Death World.

Now that I've relaxed, I immediately feel mentally scattered, everything in front of me becomes blurry, my head spins and I feel nauseous.

"I... I can't take it anymore, you take us to vomit~ Go, watch out for the World Association people vomiting~"

Zhiyue spoke, she sat down on the ground and couldn't help but vomit.

Right now, only Leng Zimeng doing slightly better.

However, she saw that there were four people present, three of whom had already lost consciousness, and one was close to it.

I really don't know how I'm going to get them all with me.

Even if it's a one-time resistance item, it can only withstand two attacks!

And they also had to avoid World Association members who might be nearby.

Leng Zimeng suddenly felt a headache coming on, and her condition seemed to be getting worse.

But Leng Zimeng could only grit her teeth and curse, a hint of warmth appearing on her cold face:

"Damn it! I've been left with this whole mess!"

Leng Zimeng started dragging everyone together.

I started trying to figure out how to get rid of four people at once.

I tried carrying one in my left hand, one in my right, and one on each shoulder... and failed.

Trying to take on four people at once... failed.

Give up, ignore everything... Success.

Leng Zimeng sat down on the ground helplessly, preparing to think of a solution or find some tools nearby.

But at that moment, the barrier that Leng Zimeng had used to isolate this place was corrupted by the Death World.

Furthermore, there was no new strength to be replenished from Leng Zimeng, nor could Leng Zimeng provide any more.

The barrier finally gave way and collapsed.

The aura gathered here is always different from that outside, and there is still a sense of fluctuation that once descended upon the Creation World.

It spreads out quickly, and although it's easily noticeable, it disappears just as fast.

But in the end, it was still sensed by people from the nearby World Association.

Leng Zimeng knew in her heart that this was bad; things were going to get really messed up.

However, at that very moment, in the passageway of the closed street where they were located...

A person wearing a clown mask walked over, followed by a middle-aged man.

"The Hermit, I'm leaving the cleanup to you."

Then the Fool looked at Leng Zimeng and the others and chuckled, "Having fun?"