The space on the left had been engulfed in complete darkness. Unlike before, this darkness was overwhelming, so dense that one couldn't see their hand in front of their face, creating an immense psychological pressure.
The Amelicon deities' agonized screams soon followed.
"Mr. Murray! Save me!"
"It hurts so much!"
These wails were utterly heart-wrenching due to the sheer number of them, around 40 or 50, creating a chaotic symphony of despair. It seemed less like a battle among immortals and more like a living hell.
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