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When the Darkness and mist slowly drifted out of the crevice, the entire space quickly fell into an unfathomable Darkness. This mist not only carried infinite secrets but also was filled with terrifying horror. It writhed like a living creature, quietly invading every inch of space, turning the entire flesh hall into a pitch-black abyss.
Accompanying this mist were waves of deep and intense rumbling, as if a chant from another world. These sounds carried an irresistible power, deep and mysterious, like ancient curses. The voices repeatedly echoed with terrifying names: " Darkness," "Residents of the Dark," " The Haunter of the Dark," "Night howler," " The Thing in the Yellow Mask "… These names were full of mystery and horror, as if summoning some ancient and powerful presence, a terror that even the darkest of dreams could not compare to.
In these chants of the forbidden names, Li Wanxin's voice intertwines with them, as if he is completely immersed in the chant, ignoring all reality. His body trembles slightly with each change in syllable, his eyes filled with fanaticism and determination, as if participating in a sacred and forbidden ritual. His figure appears distorted and abnormal in the darkness, as if echoing this supernatural force.
Su Jianyang and Wu Cheng feel an unprecedented sense of powerlessness and fear in the face of this supernatural force. Their hearts beat violently, feeling a nearly hopeless helplessness. They begin to doubt whether, in the face of such a force, humans are truly completely powerless to resist. The unnameable names in the darkness seem to portend some unimaginable disaster quietly approaching.
As Li Wanxin's voice grew louder and more intense, he seemed to be performing some kind of ritual, his body contorting as if offering a sacrifice to a dark presence deep within. His hands raised high, he repeated those terrifying names incessantly, as if each mention brought the space closer to that horrifying presence.
The entire space began to fill with irregular distortions and changes, the mist in the darkness writhing like a living creature, emitting eerie sounds. Su Jianyang and Wu Cheng couldn't help but retreat, trying to escape this area occupied by dark forces, but they found themselves seemingly trapped with no way out, confined by an invisible force in this terrifying space.
Li Wanxin's figure became increasingly unclear, as if he were merging with the Darkness, becoming a part of this ritual. Su Jianyang and Wu Cheng felt a deep sense of despair, realizing that they might be facing an unprecedented disaster. In this world composed of flesh and Darkness, their fate seemed to have been predetermined.
Under the oppressive force of this Darkness, the entire space became distorted and chaotic, as if everything were being swallowed by endless Darkness. The dark tendrils seemed like monsters from another dimension, dancing in the air with ominous portents, as if searching for something or someone.
Li Wanxin stood on the high platform made of flesh and blood, a crazy and ecstatic smile on his face, his eyes seemingly revealing a deep madness. As he looked at those dark tentacles, a fervent expression appeared on his face, as if he were welcoming the ultimate goal he had pursued all his life.
Meanwhile, Wu Cheng had completely fallen into despair. His eyes were hollow, devoid of their former luster, and his face was filled with helplessness and sadness. When he turned to Su Jianyang, his voice was low and hoarse, as if a lament from the abyss: "You've done your best, Officer Su. I appreciate your efforts, but I'm afraid our battle has become meaningless. Our journey, and perhaps the entire journey of humanity, may truly be coming to an end."
Su Jianyang stood there, facing this unimaginable scene, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness. He looked at the dark tentacles raging in the air, and at Li Wanxin intoxicated in madness, his heart filled with incomprehension and panic. He began to realize that they might be facing a being beyond the scope of human understanding.
In this world of flesh and horror, Su Jianyang and Wu Cheng seemed to be placed in an inescapable fate. They couldn't understand or resist this supernatural force. Li Wanxin's figure on that fleshy altar became increasingly blurred, as if he was merging with this eerie world.
In the darkness, those tentacles seemed to be giving Li Wanxin some kind of power, making him a part of this world. Su Jianyang observed all this, feeling a fear like never before. The space they were in seemed to be a domain of some ancient, unknowable evil force, a terrifying place that humans could not touch or understand.
Wu Cheng's voice came, low and despairing: "All of this... is the beginning of the end. We cannot change anything, only be manipulated by this force." His words were filled with a sense of powerlessness, as if he had already given up all resistance.
Su Jianyang Although his heart was filled with fear, he still tried to maintain a trace of calm. He looked around, searching for any possible way out or solution. However, in this world of terror and despair, every step was filled with unknowns and dangers.
At this moment, Li Wanxin's figure began to become increasingly transparent, as if he were merging with this world. His voice came, filled with fanaticism and madness: "I am about to fulfill my mission and become part of this world. The power of the Black-faced god will descend upon this world through me!"
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