When the truth of the Town of Dusk was revealed to Huai Shi in fragments, it seemed as if the scenes and wails from those illusions once again rang in his ears.
The despair that had accumulated underground, nearly forming a tide, was unfathomable.
It was hard to imagine what sort of end they had ultimately faced. However, the sheer volume of resentment lingering here was proof of the unimaginable horror of their torture.
The world on the brink of extinction, under the seduction of the Hell Workshop Masters, had morphed into the Hell before his eyes. It seemed empty at a glance. Yet, in Soloist's perception, it was filled with innumerable sufferings and despair, so much that it was suffocating to behold.
He finally understood what Beelzebub had once complained about.
The keener the perception, the more one knew, the more one could sense the hidden ferocity.
He rubbed his forehead and looked up to ask,
"Why tell me all this?"
