The strange shadow lurking at the edge of the dark-red energy fluid slowly began to "writhe."
Its outline resembled viscous ink that constantly changed shape, countless slender, slick tentacle-like protrusions extending from its edges.
They lightly slapped against the floor and walls, producing nauseating "plop" sounds.
The densely packed compound eyes across its surface, like red stars, fixed firmly on Ming Xin. The cold, greedy intent nearly solidified, freezing the air in the small hall.
There was no roar, no threat—only the purest, most direct desire to devour.
Ming Xin instantly judged that this thing differed from every Chaos Creation he had encountered before.
It was not a remnant of Order twisted by corruption. It was more like a "native Chaos Guard" born from highly condensed Chaos energy fused with some malicious intent and guarding directive.
Its energy level was extremely high, and its nature exceptionally pure. Its rejection of and craving for Order energy had both reached their peak.
A head-on clash was not the best option. It remained unknown how effective the Purification Protocol would be against such a pure, high-concentration Chaos energy entity, and the small hall was too cramped for maneuvering.
More importantly, he could not let it sound an alarm or draw more trouble.
He had to end this quickly and deal with it with the least possible disturbance!
Ming Xin moved!
He neither retreated nor charged straight ahead. Instead, his figure abruptly split into three, like three fallen leaves scattered by the wind.
They drifted toward the Shadow Sentinel from different angles! These were fleeting afterimages created by pushing Shadow Power to its limits, intended to confuse it.
The Shadow Sentinel seemed to freeze for an instant. Its compound eyes flickered, and several tentacles stabbed toward the three afterimages at once!
Just as the