A place where darkness and shadows roam, all are domains.
Perception is blurred, and time has no concept.
Boundless darkness like an unresolvable night, the thick scent of blood dyeing the red moon hanging above into a deeper hue.
Gravity does not apply here.
An abstract, distorted world, with long corridors and buildings twisting and flipping, interwoven within this space, but strangely, whether it be the corridors or the buildings, they are all incomplete, as if not yet finished.
Flowing red essence, together with the red moonlight pouring from above, fills the visual field. The black-clothed figures with spirit or soul power lower than Tang Sui stand there blankly, their pitch-black pupils tinged with an ominous scarlet, like puppets with no one controlling them, devoid of all motive, incapable of independent thought.
Countless extraneous voices whisper in their ears, yet they can feel an oppressive madness.
They are like deadly viruses, forming a constantly churning vortex, pouring from their ears into their brains, their sanity plummeting, their entire beings on the verge of collapse. Starting from their eyes, the corneas turn a murky gray-white, then bleed crimson blood.
Nostrils, mouths, ears…
All seven orifices begin to bleed to varying degrees, and those whose seven orifices bleed profusely ultimately cease to breathe. Those with higher soul power, slightly better off, writhe uncontrollably. The soul masters, whose vision has turned into gray-white corneas, cover their heads, emitting low growls from their throats, as if slowly transforming from humans into other beings.
"Damn it, wake up! This domain has psychic illusions... ugh..."
One of the Soul Sages suddenly lets out a muffled groan of pain, and in the next second, his panicked voice, like a flame igniting a fuse, spreads panic instantaneously.
"I, I can't see anymore! I've been hit too... No... No..."
The Soul Sage, who suddenly became blind, panicked. The instant his vision completely darkened, the domain locked onto him, amplifying the suppressed fear in his heart and unleashing it all at once.
"I smell blood! Is it my blood?! Old Niu, quickly see if I'm bleeding! Old Niu! Old... I, I can't hear anymore!"
"Ahhh! Why am I like this? When did I get hit?! When!?"
He ceaselessly questions himself, bordering on obsession.
His hands alternately strike his head frantically, then claw at his eyes, soon resulting in a gruesome scene of bloody flesh, chilling the heart and involuntarily increasing vigilance.
Another Soul Sage also panicked. In the next moment, a wet liquid flowed from his nostrils, soaking the black mask covering his face, and his sense of smell was immediately filled with the pungent odor of rust.
He, has he been hit too?
Will he become like the others?!
Such doubts surfaced one after another in their hearts, like persistent shadows, madly burrowing into their brains, forcing them to think, to ponder. Like a bird flu spreading from one to ten, then to a hundred, Soul Sage-level powerhouses began to exhibit varying degrees of bleeding symptoms, followed by frenzied self-harm.
"Not good, they've all been affected! Fourth, we need to find a way to break this domain! Concentrate your soul power!"
A Soul Douluo of considerable strength, seeing this, felt a deepening chill in his heart. He stomped heavily on the incomplete corridor, causing spiderweb-like cracks to spread. Another person Alertly leaped, landing on another half-suspended corridor in the void, and reacted in the same way as the first Soul Douluo who spoke.
"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body!"
Six streams of magnificent soul power swept through the dark space. The remaining Soul Saints, who also showed symptoms but had resisted the mental erosion, simultaneously activated their soul power and used their seventh soul skill, Martial Soul True Body, joining the six Soul Douluos who leaped first, focusing their power forward, charging towards the scarlet red moon above.
"Can you leave?"
From the center of the red moon, a voice they all knew well, but now filled with more coldness, emerged.
The pupils of the black-clothed figures contracted. They saw the red moon, its brilliance slowly fading, and stared with eyes wide with fury at the true face of the exit they had thought it to be. Killing intent and coldness simultaneously filled their hearts, compressing their pathetic little hearts, channeling all their rage and killing intent towards the perpetrator.
"Die!"
"Third Soul Skill, Void Mask."
Tang Sui's third thousand-year soul ring flashed. In the next second, her form became ethereal, like reflections in a mirror, and before the attacks of the Soul Douluos arrived, she vanished before their eyes.
The Soul Douluo's pupils constricted, cursing inwardly.
That girl still had a trick up her sleeve!
Damn it!
"Hoo hoo—!"
Countless dark, gloomy shadows continuously stretched and emerged from the void on all sides. Some dragged the corpses of those who had stopped breathing on the corridors and buildings into the darkness, emitting bone-crushing sounds that sent shivers down the spine, like the sounds of chewing and devouring, as if the domain were alive.
There were even bold, elongated shadows that grabbed at the heels of the Soul Saints positioned further back. As they were dispersed by the opponent's terrifying soul power, new tendrils grew, layer upon layer. Dense black and red demonic energy, like the poisonous silk spun by a spider, seeped into any gaps, and the ominous black mist, which had merged with their long boots and clothing, silently invaded their bodies.
The black-clothed figures, having lost track of Tang Sui, became increasingly aware of the domain's strangeness and terror. They dared not look at the corpses of their companions being dragged into the darkness by those shadowy tendrils below. They fiercely rammed the domain with all their might, attempting to break through this barrier and return to reality!
[Beep—Energy conversion in progress, demonic energy continuously rising, body repair for host commencing.]
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[Beep—Energy conversion in progress, demonic energy continuously depleting, mental power continuously declining, warning! Life force continuously decreasing!]
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[Beep—Energy conversion in progress, demonic energy continuously rising, body repair for host commencing.]
....
The system's fluctuating prompts repeatedly echoed in her mind. Tang Sui felt the energy converted from the life force absorbed by the domain, being consumed, rising, and slowly restoring her injured mental power and internal wounds.
There was a gap between her perceived soul power level and her mental power. It was by continuously filling this gap with mental power and demonic energy, enduring repeated bone-shattering pain, and then waiting for the demonic energy to heal her time and again, that she was barely able to hold them off.
But now...
Seeing that under their continuous assaults, the domain was beginning to become unstable, and the rate of consumption of demonic energy and mental power far exceeded the rate of recovery, Tang Sui let out a sweet, bloody breath, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and a faint scarlet glow appeared in the depths of her pitch-black pupils. After setting the spatial coordinates, as they once again charged towards the domain, she opened the exit.
"Brother Dai, seventy-five degrees to your southeast!"
Tang Sui's call pierced through the endless, long domain, and through the shadows that had quietly spread at Dai Mubai's feet, clearly conveyed the direction they were charging out to Dai Mubai and the others.