Above the blood-red murky waters, countless ancient creatures lay scattered, their carcasses floating like islands in a Dead Sea.
All have decayed, akin to islands floating on a dead sea.
In this desolate and eerie atmosphere, two figures are engaged in a fierce chase above the waters.
"Swish—"
A bright blade, as splendid as a reversed galaxy, suddenly slashes from one person's hand towards the other's head.
The latter disdainfully does not dodge, raising his hand slightly, and two thick silver beams shoot up like spears from his palm, instantly shattering the blade's light.
"Ridiculous attack..."
Andusha effortlessly destroys the opponent's offense, coldly laughing.
Andusha's appearance has changed considerably from before.
The silver braid behind his head has lengthened, suspended like a protruding spine on his back.
Numerous dense silver threads have grown from within his body, interweaving like vines over him.
