It was as if she was the only person left in this world.
She suddenly had an overwhelming urge to cry out loud, to scream certain words, but for whom to hear? What should she scream?
This was Zhang Haoyun's most desperate moment, yet it was also in this moment...
Amidst the black mist, a figure was tirelessly tearing apart those monsters solidified from resentful memories.
The figure still maintained a human silhouette, but was enveloped in a strange black mist.
His initial progress was difficult, as the monsters, born from people in his memories, were exhausting to deal with.
But gradually, he seemed to master a certain power more and more proficiently.
He let out an angry roar that kept echoing within the domain of the black lotus.
Zhang Haoyun, deep in the darkness, thought she heard something.
But she wasn't sure.
The next moment, the roar kept getting closer, as if it was a thunderous bolt that would split the night!