Chapter 923: Two Strikes

The descent of darkness, advent of light, and raging roars of war, chaos, and slaughter. It was as if the darkest hell had arrived, plunging the entire starfield into a never-ending, all-encompassing night! 

Horrifying.

The hearts of all viewers thumped in panic, and some outright screamed hysterically enveloped in their fear of this unknown. Light was a constant to the lives of many in a Starfield of nine Solar Stars, and only artificial light and calculated rotations brought about a night, but even this 'night' was brighter than night. As such, when the darkness engulfed their visual senses, it was an understatement to say panic was their response. 

It was madness. Unpredictable madness. 

The Soul Saint King's words had been stuck in his throat when darkness fell. An unimaginable degree of shock pounded his heart and mind with relentless force. He was unable to control his natural response, gawking in awe and disbelief!