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In the midst of this surging sea of blood and flesh, Su Jianyang felt a suffocating fear. He and Wu Cheng were mercilessly dragged into this world filled with blood and pain, their bodies helplessly floating in the carnage. Su Jianyang tried to struggle, only to find his movements becoming extremely slow in this churning sea of blood and flesh, as if trapped in a thick, blood-colored mire.
The surrounding blood and flesh seemed to possess a life of their own, constantly writhing and squirming, emitting chilling sounds. Su Jianyang could even sense these blood and flesh conveying some kind of message to them, their murmurs filled with sadness and pain, as if recounting the horrors and misfortunes they had once experienced.
In this environment, Su Jianyang began to doubt whether his sanity was still intact. He felt his mind being invaded by these mournful voices. He turned to look at Wu Cheng and found that Wu Cheng's eyes were also filled with fear and despair. Wu Cheng seemed to be experiencing the same pain. The two of them were trapped in this world filled with flesh and blood, unable to break free.
Su Jianyang tried to shout, but his voice was almost drowned out in this flood of flesh and blood. He felt his body gradually losing sensation, and his consciousness became weak and powerless in the face of this terrifying force.
In this world filled with blood and chaos, Su Jianyang struggles to approach Wu Cheng. The gushing blood and flesh in the crevice gradually diminish, but still fill the space, creating a sense of oppression that makes every breath difficult. Su Jianyang feels like he is swimming in thick and icy blood, surrounded by countless unseen entities that lightly brush past his body, giving him a sense of unease. He tries hard to avoid imagining the forms of these entities, knowing that they may be souls twisted by evil forces, and any glimpse could make him lose his last bit of perseverance.
Although fear and despair filled his heart, Su Jianyang still forced himself to maintain a glimmer of hope. He was unwilling to give up like this. He tried to call out to Wu Cheng, but his voice could hardly transmit in this dense flesh and blood.
Finally, after a difficult struggle, Su Jianyang approached Wu Cheng. Wu Cheng looked extremely weak, his eyes hollow as if he had lost all vitality. Su Jianyang reached out and grabbed him, attempting to lead him away from this dreadful place. They supported each other within the flesh and blood, slowly moving forward, searching for a chance to escape. In this terrifying world, they only had each other, only by relying on each other could they have a glimmer of hope for survival.
Su Jianyang tightly held Wu Cheng's hand, even though the viscous blood made every step of theirs particularly difficult, they still persevered. In this chaotic world, they seemed to be the only true existence, supporting each other and facing this incredible situation together.
The surrounding blood began to slowly settle, as if this crazy storm finally showed signs of ending. But Su Jianyang knew that this terrifying experience was far from over, and they were still in an unknown and dangerous situation.
Su Jianyang tightly grasped Wu Cheng as the two of them slowly drifted in the mixture of blood and flesh. The viscous liquid was nauseating, but Su Jianyang had no time to spare for such thoughts; all his attention was focused on finding a way to escape.
As time passed, they felt the level of the liquid around them gradually decreasing. Su Jianyang turned to look at the surrounding walls of flesh and blood, astonished to find that these seemingly living walls were frantically absorbing the surrounding blood and flesh. These walls seemed to have a life of their own, greedily and fervently absorbing the blood and flesh.
As their flesh was being absorbed, Su Jianyang and Wu Cheng gradually began to feel the solid ground. Their bodies started to touch the ground, with the blood gradually receding to ankle depth. Su Jianyang gritted his teeth and struggled to move forward with Wu Cheng. Although the surroundings were still terrifying, at least they were no longer submerged in flesh and blood.
Su Jianyang scanned the surroundings, hoping to find a way out. This space, composed of flesh and blood, seemed to be undergoing some kind of change, which made Su Jianyang feel that there might be a chance to escape this terrifying place. His heart was filled with unease and tension, but at the same time, there was a glimmer of hope for escape.
When the torrent of blood and flesh rapidly receded, Su Jianyang and Wu Cheng struggled to maintain their balance, being hit by the violent waves of blood, almost unable to stand firm. These waves of flesh and blood carried a strong stench, making it unbearable, as if they were condensed from the pain and resentment of countless living beings, carrying emotions of unease and fear.
As the blood waves receded, the majestic throne first emerged, its presence seeming to be the core of this eerie world. The flesh and blood around the throne seemed to have endless worship and fear for it, constantly undulating, as if telling unspeakable secrets.
A high platform gradually emerges, filled with traces of fresh blood, bearing witness to everything that just happened. The blood on the platform has congealed into blood beads, each drop seemingly containing the souls of countless beings, emitting faint screams.
Amidst this horrifying scene, Li Wanxin appears particularly out of place. He kneels there, hands clasped together, devoutly reciting his incantations, completely ignoring the receding tide of blood and flesh around him. Around his body, the continuous dripping of blood and flesh remnants forms a small pool of blood, reflecting his distorted image.
Su Jianyang and Wu Cheng feel their existence becoming increasingly insignificant in this terrifying scene. The smell of blood, the screams of pain, and the desperate cries surround them, tormenting their souls. They realize that this eerie space is filled with the souls of those who have suffered and been tortured, and every drop of blood is like a painful story, recording endless torment and desolation.
Su Jianyang and Wu Cheng are constantly pushed by the surging flesh and blood, searching for support in the bloody pool with their feet. The flesh and blood wriggle like living creatures, accompanied by the voices of the imprisoned souls, creating an irresistible urge to escape.
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