Consciousness slowly surfaced from the depths of the sea, Qin Tian vaguely heard the roar of guns and cannons and the low growls, the chaotic thoughts gradually became clear.
He opened his eyes with difficulty, the piercing light made him instinctively squint, and after a moment of adjustment, the scene before him finally came into view.
Karsas's black soul robe flapped in the dark wind of Subspace, the scythe in his hand like a deadly weapon of the Death God, each swing brought forth soul flames of a ghostly blue, slicing the incoming dimensional creatures into nullity.
These creatures had bizarre forms, some were flowing energy bodies, others were shadows covered with bone spikes, like sharks that smelled blood, they surged continuously towards here, yet all were firmly held at bay by Karsas.
