While Xu Shuo was feverishly clearing instances, not only were people busy editing videos, but others also took notice of his behavior.
Under a thick, pitch-black sky.
This was a vast expanse of scorched earth.
The ground was parched and dark, crisscrossed with countless cracks from which the ink-like Dark Matter oozed, growing wildly like ivy after rain, entwining any being that stood on the land.
The darkness in the sky was so concentrated, it swirled like a vortex, resembling a gigantic, boundless black eye.
On the horizon, a twisted, black vertical line reached into the sky, as if it had split open the gate between the sea and the heavens.
Countless monsters swarmed out of that gate, and those blocking the front of the Abyss Rift were the innumerable humans glowing in the dark.
This was a shattered world, the battlefield of the Abyss.
Perhaps no one had entered this place voluntarily, but regardless, at this moment, they all fought with everything they had.
