บท 226: The Crisis of The Capital

Countless vengeful souls vanished into thin air, turning into black ash that floated above the evil sea. It was several layers thick. This was enough to see just how powerful Lin Bai's sword was, and just how many souls it had sliced off.

Monstrous waves rose up above the black sea. Even the incomparably large vortex in the center was affected and was showing signs of slowly closing up.

"No!"

Lin Bai heard an unwilling roar from the depths of the vortex. The cold voice made his eardrums hurt.

The speed at which the arm reached out increased. The creature seemed to want to come out before the vortex closed. The waves churned, and even the space outside was affected. It became bleak once again.

Dark red tears seeped out of the eyeball in the center of the giant hand, leaving traces of blood. This drop of blood condensed the resentment and hatred of thousands of years. It gave off a fishy smell.