...
This guy was indeed sneaking a bite!
Matthew delved his mental power into the Yeager Blade, into that barren world made up of deserts and darkness.
A plethora of resentful spirits and complaints were involuntarily drifting between heaven and earth.
And deep within the desert,
there stood an altar that soared into the sky.
Around the altar, strange pillars of light lit up.
These light pillars seemed to possess an irresistible pull, gathering large numbers of souls and soul fragments nearby.
A white light shone on the altar.
From time to time, soul fragments entered the white light,
completely disintegrating into specks of light amidst the harrowing screams of rip heart and lung!
Matthew made a rough estimate of the numbers.
What a scene.
At least two-thirds of the nearly two hundred Fishman souls had congregated above the altar!
Taking into account the portion already digested by the altar,
