Bologue ignored it all. Under his influence, the ground sank into a massive pit, and the deep, dark well swallowed everything.
The Silver Hands, like giant tendrils, pulled Bologue deeper into the well. Under the continuous operation of Secret Energy·Commanding Decree, the well kept collapsing downward, severing all connections with the outside world.
In the endless darkness, the burning red mercury intersected, creating a deadly flare. The flames fell into the darkness, directly igniting the wildly growing flesh, illuminating the horrifying well.
Even Bologue couldn't help but hold his breath at this sight.
The bottom of the ever-sinking well had already turned into a sea of flesh, with innumerable corpses piled within. They hung upside down, flailing their arms, mouths wide open as if calling for more prey.
