This scene, Yi Lin was indeed very familiar with it.
It was the spitting image of the moment when his mount, Nightmare, had been summoned.
But right now, no one was initiating a summoning skill.
Instead, through this mysterious ritual, a "certain creature" was being summoned to this world, using the lives of hundreds as a catalyst.
Yi Lin's gaze sharpened as he endured the throbbing pain in his ears and looked towards the crack in mid-air.
Accompanied by that strange and piercing scream, those shimmering cubes rapidly reassembled in front of the crack, transforming into a massive claw.
Just by estimating, Yi Lin could infer that the creature, still not fully summoned, was enormous. The claw alone was large enough to effortlessly hold a human being without any pressure.
On the ground.
The bodies of those who had fallen and long since lost their vital signs were radiating beams of light, like blue sand, converging into the crack above.
