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Su Jianyang and Yang Jing stepped into the portal and entered the bloody space where Wu Cheng was located. The atmosphere of the dimensional space was filled with unease and the scent of death. There were no longer any ground, sky, or any common natural landmarks, but instead a real nightmare composed of flesh, bones, and agony.
Upon entering this terrifying world, the first thing they felt was the soft, spongy sensation under their feet, as if they were stepping on some kind of organism. When they looked down, they were shocked to find themselves standing on a floor made of rotten skin and broken blood vessels. Surrounding them were high walls woven from muscles and fat, with countless eyes staring at them, constantly scrutinizing their souls.
On the ceiling hang many organ-like appendages, which occasionally come down to touch or grab, causing excruciating pain with each contact, making it impossible for them to concentrate.
The air is filled with a pungent odor, a mixture of blood, decay, and other indescribable smells, making people feel on the verge of collapse. But even more terrifying is the indescribable sense of oppression, as if the entire space is mocking the powerlessness and despair of humanity.
Here, Darkness is no longer just a lack of light, but a substantial presence. It envelops the space like a mist, and coils around everyone like tendrils, occasionally emitting eerie whispers and mocking laughter.
The space seems designed to torment the soul, every moment causing unbearable pain and fear, making it difficult for even the bravest individuals to maintain their sanity in such terror and danger.
In this otherworldly space composed of flesh, pain, and Darkness, they understand that this is the embodiment of the deepest fears of the soul, and it may be their ultimate destination.
Wu Cheng stands on a twisted mass of flesh, his eyes empty and lifeless, his face contorted into a grotesque shape by fear and pain, as if he has lost his sanity and sense of self. His body convulses violently from time to time, as if an indescribable dark force is stirring within him, seeking to erupt in the most savage manner, sending shivers down one's spine.
Su Jianyang tightly gripped the gun, trembling as he pointed it at Wu Cheng, roaring, "Wu Cheng, are you still there?" His voice echoed in the eerie space, but it seemed to be swallowed by an indescribable force, distorting the echo into something eerie and twisted.
Meanwhile, in Wu Cheng's nightmare, he was assaulted by countless terrifying images, as if he were in hell. When he suddenly heard someone calling out to him and tried to respond, a deep, rumbling growl shook the air, causing his throat to instantly constrict. The echo left an indelible mark on his soul, plunging his mind into extreme fear, rendering him unable to react further.
Returning to Su Jianyang and Yang Jing, they witnessed the changes in Wu Cheng's condition. Yang Jing warned Su Jianyang to be careful, and both of them felt the eerie atmosphere of this terrifying space. Su Jianyang slowly walked towards Wu Cheng, each step seeming to plunge into an abyss, yet compelled to continue forward.
Wu Cheng's eyes were filled with pain and confusion, his whole body trembling incessantly, as if entangled by some invisible force, subjecting his soul and body to relentless shudders of terror.
Su Jianyang tried to approach Wu Cheng, reaching out his hand, wanting to touch Wu Cheng's shoulder, hoping to find a glimmer of hope in his eyes, a light that had not yet been swallowed by Darkness. However, just as his hand was about to touch Wu Cheng, Wu Cheng's body suddenly shook violently, emitting a piercing scream filled with immense pain and despair.
The scream echoed in the space, making the whole scene even more terrifying. Wu Cheng's body seemed to be controlled by some evil force, trembling violently, his eyes filled with indescribable Darkness, as if to devour all hope and light. And Su Jianyang found that not only could he not touch Wu Cheng, but his soul was also blocked by an invisible dark force, preventing him from truly reaching Wu Cheng's inner self.
Su Jianyang was suddenly repelled by the dark energy, feeling as if he was being held by an invisible hand and unable to reach Wu Cheng through a layer of cold force field. Wu Cheng's voice suddenly became eerie, as if coming from the depths of hell, as he roared, "You can't save him! You are just like him!" His words were filled with unnatural resonance, as if some evil presence was using his voice to cast a verbal curse.
Wu Cheng seemed to be entangled by some invisible Darkness, roaring with a contorted face filled with resentment and madness. He rushed towards Su Jianyang like a ghost, his body seemingly enveloped by Darkness, which was filled with an indescribable evil atmosphere, causing even the courage to approach to dissipate.
Su Jianyang made every effort to dodge Wu Cheng's strange attacks, but it seemed as if his movements were bound by an invisible force, slow and restricted. Wu Cheng's techniques were constantly changing, his body contorting beyond human limits, and each attack was accompanied by an eerie dark atmosphere, making it difficult to predict.
Despite Su Jianyang's strong physique, in this eerie environment, he felt his strength being drained away. He struggled to evade Wu Cheng's attacks, but often found himself entangled by the mysterious force. The chilling touch of the dark energy seemed to solidify into ice, almost freezing his skin.
Wu Cheng seemed to see through Su Jianyang's helplessness, and he laughed wildly, his laughter filled with endless evil. The dark energy became more concentrated, as if it wanted to completely engulf him in this indescribable state. His body kept changing, like a monster cursed endlessly, crazily attacking Su Jianyang.
Yang Jing rushed up without hesitation, trying to assist Su Jianyang. However, the dark power made his movements slow and feeble. Suddenly, Wu Cheng turned towards Yang Jing and struck him violently with a punch. Yang Jing was ruthlessly sent flying, falling to the ground in a pool of blood, instantly staining his surroundings red.
A terrifying atmosphere envelops the entire scene, with eerie sights filling the field of vision. Su Jianyang and Yang Jing are trapped in an extreme crisis, mercilessly dominated by dark energy, rendering them unable to break free from Wu Cheng's control by the darkness. In this space of flesh and blood, endless fear breeds, and a sense of despair gradually envelops them, as if they have fallen into an endless nightmare from which they can never escape.
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