At the call of the death curse, the source of the corruption erupted violently.
Within the torrential flood of Curses, forged from eternal despair, emerged blurred and twisted faces. They cried, screamed, and writhed as a viscous darkness surged, transforming into a boiling ocean that furiously devoured everything.
So much pain, so much calamity, so much despair. It was like the deepest Nightmare crashing down, suffocating and overwhelming.
Shrouded in the dark sludge, Zhou Chen felt the warmth being slowly leeched from his body. The pale flames burning around him flickered like a candle in the wind, and a chaotic roar echoed in his ears.
It was the shrieks and wails of countless people, their miserable cries overlapping to become steel needles that bored into his ears and pierced his brain.
"Save us… save us…"
"Is anyone coming to save us…?"
"It's so dark… It's so scary in here…"
"Oh, God… redeem me…"
