Apocalypse befell, and roommates performed a skyward ritual. As the fog descended, the Book of Blood Spirit appeared in the hands of all survivors, and only those with a Contract monster could survive. Su Han directed his gaze to the neighbor who had already mutated and twisted, silently pulling out a gleaming fruit knife... Grotesque meat corpses, giant spiders with gaping mouths, eyeballs enveloping the city, one-eyed sharp-toothed hand monsters... Civilization fell, cities shattered, and all humans became meat for the monsters. There was only one way to survive: Use monsters to fight monsters.
"It's time for the Blood Sea Space."
The Death Ice Witch Spirit's aura was steady and cold, enveloping the surroundings. Su Han looked at the Great Demon Space of the Rotflame Bone Dragon that had been breached.
Now inside, due to the loss of the Great Demon, it gradually descended into chaos, with authority dissipating. A return to order would likely take quite some time.
But the Death Ice Witch Spirit wouldn't give it that chance and directly flew in.
The Great Demon Space of the Rotflame Bone Dragon was vast, more akin to a small continent than an island, filled with white bones, the deathly aura lingering between these colossal skeletons.
Click, click.
Countless white bone dragons, skeletons... crawled out from within the stark white bones, roaring as they emerged. There were no small number of them, all offspring of the Rotflame Bone Dragon nurtured by this land of death.
Of course, they were no more than ants to it.