Lin Yi observed the human sculptures around him with difficulty. All of them had been mobilized, each tirelessly gnawing at the black fog, their bodies even tearing open countless cracks, yet they continued to devour it.
In the ongoing tug of war, Lin Yi felt his will body being torn into countless fragments, but because his will was still fairly strong, these fragments gathered back into his form.
Suddenly, a voice entered his mind. This voice didn't override the cries of agony and the so-called sacrificial sounds of "Si Rong" or any other noises, but it clearly penetrated his mind—
"I am the Principal... I have found the answer..."
"You must take this answer away..."
"Your suspicions are correct... the 'Returning Ruins' has completely become a gathering place for lost souls... their pursuit has horribly mutated, no... more accurately, they feel they are carrying the mission of humanity's glorious evolution..."
