As Zhou Chen stepped into the vortex, his vision plunged into darkness.
A few seconds later, his sight returned to reveal the magnificent Dark Hall.
A grand yet bizarre song resounded in his ears. It was majestic, intense, and utterly soul-stirring. The melody was a paradox—sacred yet profane, pious yet twisted, solemn yet frenzied. Although it sounded like a holy anthem sung by a choir of ten thousand, it produced a soul-deep horror that made one shudder involuntarily.
A scarlet health bar appeared before his eyes. BOSS Name: [Abyssal Incarnation]!
'The Abyssal Incarnation still has full health, which means this is the very beginning of the loop...' Zhou Chen's thoughts raced. A metal sphere appeared in his hand. He closed his fingers around it and crushed it forcefully.
Thousands of intersecting rays of light and shadow burst from between his fingers, flooding the entire Divine Hall.
