The distance between the players and the Evil Armor Clan grew ever wider.
Just when Evil Bone believed the retreat was successful, a black line appeared behind them.
Like the strokes of a death god dipped in ink, it expanded into a surging Black Tide, rolling forth with overwhelming force.
Where the Black Tide passed, the sky was instantly ink-dyed, light couldn't penetrate, and day fell into eternal night.
The dense blackness seemed capable of devouring all life, twisting clouds mercilessly, rolling them like shredded cotton high above.
The Black Tide emerged, exuding a bone-chilling coldness and endless dread.
As the Black Tide surged, countless Evil Spirits spawned within, falling like dumplings.
Catastrophe, Plague, Death Disaster Series, Surge System, Doomsday System... Instantly formed armies of Evil Spirits became an impenetrable wall blocking the Evil Armor Clan's escape path.
Seeing this scene, the players burst into laughter:
