More from the heart

You wake up to find yourself in a post-apocalyptic world where humanity resides in High Towers, and monsters roam outside. 
Your eyes can see peculiar remarks:
【There are Two Evil Fallen hiding 1600 meters away. When you're extremely angry, you can feed them well with a simple sliding tackle.】
【Before you start cooking, you'd better check its pocket. Don't develop the bad habit of monster killing without looting.】
【It's surprising that someone would stare at their own face. I admit your face is quite immersive. If I were human, I'd give you a 9 out of 10. Of course, I'm a 97. Don't ask why I'm hundred mark system】
【The other party is a big shot whose level is far above yours. I have three pieces of advice for you: grovel, grovel, or grovel. About its weakness? Better not place your hopes on me as I'm just a small remark with limited abilities.】
The High Tower, symbolic of the apocalypse, the deformed monsters attracted to malicious thoughts outside, the high-stakes gamble of the powerful, the perilous situations of explorers, the traps in the end times—
Under your eyes, everything is presented in a mischievous style.
All darkness, nowhere to hide!

Doomsday Jigsaw Puzzle

The black substance in the Soul-Devouring Swamp is a highly concentrated mixture of resentment and various negative emotions.


It possessed immense assimilation capabilities and slowly eroded Away's Inner World.


Even Bai Wu, who might be able to isolate the conscious harm brought about by these black substances, was still unable to absorb them.


Jing Wu originally thought that he had an unbeatable position, at least the Jing Family's tactics were unresolvable in the spirit world.


But this time... Jing Wu showed a horrified expression.


This was also the first time he felt a twinge of panic during the current confrontation.


The crimson Karmic Fire could actually burn his Soul-Devouring Swamp! Although it wasn't absorbed by the phantasmal red house, the flames seemed to have a life of their own, spreading relentlessly, soon making the black swamp seem as though it was carpeted in red.


Chapter 102: Angel and the Wildfire