The chains had even begun to show some cracked and fissured marks. The dense entanglement now revealed a crevice, and a ray of light, passing through the crack!
The grey fog churned violently, the light was faint, yet it pierced through the fog.
Within the fog, twisted figures with limbs of tentacles let out diverse wails, turning to dust in the white light.
The endless void began to shake violently, as if on the brink of collapse…
Several roars – some sharp, some mad, some twisted – came from all directions, as if a tsunami in this boundless void, stirring up monstrous waves.
Hum…
Qin Chu felt his consciousness shaking violently, as though countless ghastly sharp claws were tearing his consciousness into shreds.
It was the seven existences symbolized by the seven scrolls that had noticed the disturbance on this side of the cage.
They were angry, they roared…
Seven huge chains, in an instant, tightened.
