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As the water level of the sea of flesh continued to drop, Su Jianyang and Wu Cheng were swept away by the swirling blood. Their bodies were thrown around in a weightless state, as if lost in a merciless whirlpool. Finally, in a strong impact, they fell onto the ground made of flesh, emitting a horrifyingly sticky sound.
The air around was filled with an indescribable stench, a mixture of decay, blood, and urine, forming a smell strong enough to make one vomit. Su Jianyang felt his stomach churning, and he weakly bent over to dry heave, but not even a trace of vomit came out, making his discomfort even worse.
When his gaze inadvertently swept across the ground, he discovered a shattered and distorted face. The face looked as if it had been torn apart by pain and torment, with every glance filled with desperate and painful appeals. This terrifying visual impact instinctively made Su Jianyang step back, falling into the midst of flesh and blood, his hands and feet covered in sticky blood.
Looking around, he saw that every scene was filled with flesh and blood and horror. The flesh and blood on the ground seemed to respond to his terror, beginning to move slightly, as if each piece of flesh and blood had its own life, mocking his helplessness and despair.
In this world of flesh and blood, Su Jianyang felt an unprecedented sense of loneliness and powerlessness. His body and soul were both engulfed by this boundless terror, and every heartbeat seemed to remind him that this was not just a nightmare, but a terrifying reality they had to face. He felt himself in a dark world that was incomprehensible and inescapable, filled with unspeakable evil and madness.
Su Jianyang tried to stand up again, but every movement was hindered by the sticky flesh around him. He reached out to Wu Cheng, trying to grab him, but Wu Cheng just sat there motionless, with a vacant look as if he had lost all feeling. Su Jianyang was filled with worry for Wu Cheng, knowing that he might have already been eroded by the evil forces of this bizarre world.
In this gloomy and terrifying environment, Su Jianyang feels powerless and hopeless. He looks at the walls around him, made of flesh and blood, feeling as if they are constantly absorbing the residual flesh and blood in the space, as if preparing for some evil ritual. His mind is filled with countless questions. What secrets are hidden behind all this? Why have they fallen into such a predicament? Where will all this lead?
As Su Jianyang and Wu Cheng struggle on the ground made of flesh and blood, a deafening roar suddenly emanates from the crack near the throne on the high platform. This sound is not only deep and intense, but also carries a supernatural power, as if it comes from a completely different dimension. The sound reverberates in this hall made of flesh and horror, as if it can penetrate every corner, causing the entire space to tremble.
At this moment, Li Wanxin suddenly lifted his head from his kneeling position, his face showing a mixture of madness and excitement. His eyes sparkled with an almost crazy light, as if he had obtained everything he desired in this moment. His expression was so fervent that it instilled a sense of fear in others.
Su Jianyang and Wu Cheng appeared even more confused and helpless at this time. They couldn't understand why Li Wanxin was so excited about this roar, nor could they comprehend the true power hidden behind the sound. The force emanating from the crack not only affected the stability of the entire space, but also seemed to directly impact Li Wanxin's mental state.
Su Jianyang deeply felt a sense of ominous foreboding, realizing that the force emanating from the rift might be the greatest threat they currently faced. This force was not just a physical threat, but also a psychological and spiritual challenge. They didn't know what would happen next, so they could only remain vigilant and prepare to face any unforeseeable circumstances that might arise.
Su Jianyang subconsciously reached for the holster at his waist, only to find that the gun had disappeared at some point. His eyes kept shifting between Li Wanxin and the torn space. He could sense the energy in the surrounding space becoming increasingly unstable, and each roar from the rift seemed to be tearing at the boundaries of reality.
Wu Cheng knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the crack. His body seemed no longer his own, all the pain and fear converging in this moment. His lips trembled slightly, as if murmuring something silently.
At that moment, the crack suddenly trembled more intensely, accompanied by dazzling flashes of light. These beams of light shot out from the crevice, illuminating the entire fleshy hall, as if heralding the arrival of some powerful presence.
Li Wanxin's laughter became more passionate and high-pitched, his body trembling with every vibration as if communicating with some unseen force. His eyes became more wild, and he seemed completely immersed in his own world, as if being drawn by an unimaginable power.
Su Jianyang and Wu Cheng could only helplessly watch all of this. They felt incredibly small and powerless, facing such a supernatural force, as if they could no longer make any effective resistance. In the face of this incredible power, it seemed that their fate was no longer in their own hands.
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