Drip-drip—
Twisted, viscous shadows fell like liquid from the ceiling, splashing beside He Ao.
The pitch-black shadow engulfed everything, obscuring He Ao's vision in the process.
He mobilized his Divine Sense to look around, only to see the flowing energy in the entire hall. Within this vast space, apart from him, there was not another human-shaped object.
The staff members who had been walking around had now melted into the floor like liquid, twisted and entangled together.
These shadows, existing between reality and illusion, seemed to form a whole, yet their energy flows had no clear core. They were merely vague nodes entwining among each other, resembling a dense three-dimensional net.
He Ao briefly activated Super Memory to scan his surroundings. In the vision of Super Memory, the area remained a silent pitch-black void, devoid of any pulsating souls.
