“Clang! Clang!” Two abrupt thumps to the back of the head sounded, revealing that Ying Xingxing and Ying Yueyue had once again unleashed their insulting attacks.
However, this time, the Six-Slash Zombie, though staggering from the blows, showed no reaction, remaining silently in place, seemingly having completely given up resistance.
Ying Xingxing and Ying Yueyue paused, then let out an angry squeak, rushing forward again to ram their bodies into the zombie’s chest.
This time, the Six-Slash Zombie finally swayed slightly, but it did not fall. Instead, it slowly raised its head, and a strange light flashed in its crimson eyes.
Subsequently, countless dense crimson eyes slowly materialized from the void. These eyes seemed to originate from another dimension, shimmering with an eerie light, gathering around the Six-Slash Zombie, forming a chilling and bizarre tableau.
Each eye seemed to possess an independent consciousness, rotating erratically, carefully scrutinizing the small beasts in the arena. The presence of these eyes seemed to distort space, and an invisible pressure permeated the entire scene.
Zuo Feng’s heart tightened; those crimson eyes clearly represented an unknown existence behind each one, gazing at this space through them.
He could feel a terrifying brutality and bloodlust contained within those gazes, an malice that seemed capable of piercing the depths of the soul.
This was by no means an Earth creature, but rather the projection of some deeper, powerful existence from another plane.
The number of crimson eyes continued to increase, surging like a tide, as if the entire void was being filled.
As the number of crimson eyes continued to grow, Zuo Feng’s pupils contracted violently.
Because he saw that the Six-Slash Zombie, standing in place, was slowly losing its luster, its immense life force being rapidly drained away.
This was more like a sacrifice, using its life as a price to attract the attention of powerful existences from other planes.
Zuo Feng’s heart jolted; this act of sacrifice meant that behind the Six-Slash Zombie, perhaps there existed a larger power system or—a race?
It was not fighting alone, but rather a medium or conduit for something even more terrifying.
The zombie’s body gradually shriveled, as if all its vital essence had been extracted, turning into fuel to attract those crimson eyes.
It was too late to stop it now; the crimson eyes had already begun to slowly close, each closure accompanied by a fluctuation of powerful energy, and space began to distort unstably.
These eyes existed for less than ten minutes before receding as quickly as a tide, leaving only the lingering oppressive atmosphere in the air.
A wisp of breeze passed, and the Six-Slash Zombie, standing in place, turned into a pile of ashes, scattering with the wind, as if it had never appeared.
Everyone’s eyes were filled with horror, still reeling from the strange phenomenon before them, and a suffocating tension permeated the air.
No one thought what had just happened was a good sign; on the contrary, everyone felt an unprecedented threat.
The disappearance of the Six-Slash Zombie was not the end, but a prelude to the arrival of some unknown existence.
Zuo Feng’s gaze once again fell on the small beasts. He noticed that their state was somewhat abnormal; they were provocatively letting out low squeaks towards the direction where the eyes had disappeared.
Zuo Feng’s pupils suddenly constricted.
Those low squeaks were not meaningless provocations, but more like a declaration of war across dimensions. Each syllable was imbued with pure and primal power, resonating through the void with visible ripples.
These ripples did not spread gently, but carried a sharp, cutting sensation, silently tearing at the spatial folds that had not yet fully settled.
Just then, Zuo Feng suddenly roared, “Run!”
This sound was not directed at the small beasts, but at the people beside him.
It turned out that Tiegada, standing beside Zuo Feng, had transmitted an extremely dangerous instinctive fluctuation to Zuo Feng through its mind.
Although everyone was somewhat puzzled, the moment Zuo Feng’s words fell, they took off, sprinting wildly in the direction away from where the crimson eyes had disappeared.
Zuo Feng followed closely behind the fleeing crowd, running wildly.
“Boom!”
A booming sound exploded behind him, and Zuo Feng didn’t even dare to look back. He could feel that destructive power tearing apart the space behind him, and a terrifying energy fluctuation seemed to want to completely annihilate everything behind him.
Everyone ran until they were five thousand meters away before stopping, raising their binoculars, and looking back at the previous area.
They saw that the void where the crimson eyes had disappeared did not fall silent; instead, it violently collapsed inward like a lake into which a huge stone had been thrown!
At the core of the collapse, space was no longer merely distorted but directly fractured and shattered, forming pitch-black holes, each about a meter in diameter but seemingly bottomless!
An indescribable suction erupted from within, not targeting physical matter, but greedily devouring surrounding light, sound, and even… perception!
Zuo Feng felt his mental will suddenly sink. Even though he had run five thousand meters away, he still felt his consciousness being forcibly dragged towards that black hole.
He grunted, forcefully steadying his mind, and fine cold sweat seeped from his forehead.
Everyone around him also let out a collective grunt, clearly all affected by that invisible suction.
However, what was even more unsettling than this all-consuming suction was the “sense of presence” emanating from the depths of that black hole. A cold, chaotic will, filled with endless brutality and destructive desire, surged into this space like a tide.
This will was so powerful and pure that it had no concrete form, yet it seemed to possess billions of twisted eyes simultaneously gazing, and billions of invisible mouths simultaneously emitting silent screams.
“Screech—!”
Hotuntun and Hotutu reacted the fastest and most intensely.
Almost the instant the black hole appeared, the glazed patterns on their bodies once again erupted with dazzling light. Glazed flames shot into the sky, no longer simple fireballs or pillars of fire, but transforming into two roaring glazed fire dragons.
The scorching high temperature distorted space, bravely confronting that invisible torrent of will!
The moment the flames collided with that chaotic will, a grating “sizzle” sound erupted, as if a hot branding iron had been pressed onto a filthy oilcloth. Space vibrated violently, bursting forth with visible shockwaves.
Tu Nini and Tu Shasha simultaneously let out low squeaks, and their earthy yellow patterns instantly spread, no longer confined to themselves, but rapidly covering their area like a spiderweb.
A thick, earthy yellow halo, pulsing with the rhythm of the earth, rose, enveloping them.
The halo fluctuated violently, like a dam enduring the impact of huge waves. Each invisible impact of will that struck it produced a dull roar like a drumbeat, and intense ripples spread across the halo’s surface.
Tu Nini and Tu Shasha’s small bodies also trembled, but their four claws gripped the void tightly, and the light of their patterns flowed ceaselessly, firmly resisting this invisible erosion of mental will.
At the same time, two small, mud-formed palms shattered layers of space, slamming into the core area of that chaotic will.
The moment the mud palms plunged into the depths of the black hole, the black hole trembled violently, as if heavily wounded, its edges fluctuating fiercely like boiling water.
