The sun extinguished, the ocean defiled.
Pairs of scarlet eyes emerged from the black mist, cruel and cold, spying on the entire world.
At this moment.
Whether it's the Steel Kingdom of the Fertile Continent, or the Holy Star Empire of the Southern Continent.
Or the depths of Fishman Bay beneath the sea, and Rift Valley Strait.
Every corner of the Dead World is plunged into darkness once more, revisiting the apocalypse crisis.
"Has the True God distanced Himself from us?"
Within Sea Split Canyon, a Church Saint guarding the Chaos Entrance trembled and spoke, his aura extraordinarily weak.
The sealed Ghost Sea Channel is floating up black mist, continually polluting the surrounding seawater.
Yet under prayer, the True God has not delivered any decree, seemingly completely distanced from the mortal world, severing all faith.
Witnessing this scene.
The Fishman Warriors on guard nearby had looks of panic, feeling the black mist growing denser, increasingly difficult to seal.
