He had truly reached his limit at this moment.
He had killed monsters and devoured shadows,
reaching a staggering number.
Around his ears, before his eyes, within the shadows, were terrifying screams and astounding, twisted pollutions, assaulting him like a tide.
"...Although the Spiritual Eyes suppress it, even so, this has already exceeded the range that my spiritual power can control."
"And in this mighty, unknowable final ritual, filled with all sorts of pollution linked with the Abyss and other extraordinary deadly dangers."
He understood everything.
Countless questions, dense information constantly filled his eyes!
In a sense,
what Su Qifan saw, he knew all.
"The final variable."
"I can... only attribute it to the Pollution Power itself."
Su Qi did not use his hands; he slowly spread his arms, the yellow robe clinging tightly to his body like a bone-deep tumor, the fierce wind whipping up instantaneously!
Dust swirled around!
