Li Fan stood atop the earthen rampart, gazing towards the darkness that was deeper than the night sky itself as it pressed in from the horizon, as if he were standing at the edge where the curtain of twilight was torn, blurring the boundaries between reality and illusion.
Under the faint glow of the crescent moon, he stared at the undulating, surging black plains that seemed to split open before him, revealing the unknown, dark, and profound world opening its vast black maw.
Li Fan did not scream, but those supremely wicked and detestable non-beings howled at him.
In that instant, he saw, in the depths of the writhing, rotting line of extreme evil, about to surge from the pitch-black abyss, centuries of desolate bones piled up, unable to light the darkness, an indescribable army of darkness, flowing towards him and the human world, driven by the endless faint moonlight.
