"Kill them all, leave none alive."
Lin Ye's voice was placid, carrying not a single shred of emotion.
As if he were merely stating some trivial matter, like brushing the dust from his sleeve.
However, to the seven members of Wei Hao's team, those six words were nothing less than a death sentence delivered from the deepest abyss.
An indescribable, terrifying pressure, like the crushing weight of a frozen sea, pressed in from all sides.
The air grew viscous. The shadow of death was no longer a metaphor; it had become tangible, manifesting as the hundreds of grotesque, bizarrely-shaped monsters before them.
Humanoid specters writhed within the black mist, their frigid auras seeming to freeze the very soul. Slimy, tentacled monstrosities brandished their appendages, their single, murky eyes filled with nothing but primal greed.
