Wen Ran advanced through the thick fog, which seemed to grow denser and more oppressive with each passing moment. Strangely, the powerful auras lurking in the shadows couldn't sense his presence at all, as if the system itself was concealing him. It wasn't only Wen Ran's own bloodthirst radiating outward now—the system itself was restless, craving release, eager to burst forth and begin slaughtering, demanding the sacrifice of everyone nearby.
The feeling was strange, dark, twisted—and yet, Wen Ran relished it. Something within him welcomed the hunger, savored the thrill of death that seemed to seep into his bones. Beside him, however, Xiao Mo trembled violently, her small body shuddering uncontrollably. She felt an immense chill, deeper and more profound than any fear she had ever known. It was as if death itself had appeared before her, reaching out to guide her gently across the golden river, toward a silent eternity from which there would be no return.
