A moment before, the North Sea Coast was still basked in the afterglow of the setting sun, a bustling scene filled with the din of voices.
In the blink of an eye, night fell, and the sky turned into a deep, starless black.
At first, besides the thick, ink-like darkness, nothing could be seen.
But for Wang Yuan, stationed at the first tier on the shore, an alarm suddenly blared long and loud within the depths of his heart, issuing almost nerve-stinging crazed warnings.
—There was Deceit! Deceit! Deceit!
Even though he was transformed into the body of a docile deer sprawled on the ground, his spirit could not help but lean forward.
As if right in front of him was an abyss with an increasing suction force, one misstep would send him tumbling down completely.
Subsequently, that black shadow which slowly rose from the vortex and merged completely into the night gradually began to reveal its boundaries, transforming into some type of massive, rolling entity.
