Chapter 453: Equivalent Exchange, Using the Soul as a Bargaining Chip

Standing on the wooden table on the seventh floor, with the abyss right behind him, Han Fei had no place to run, no place to hide.

After entering the Master of the Shrine's Memory World, it was the first time he had been pushed to such a point.

Shadows rose like the tide, intent on submerging his lone island, the only place where he could touch the moonlight, and soon the mall would be devoid of light, stripped of all that was bright.

"I know you have also encountered such things, but if nothing changes, the tragedy will continue anew, and this curse shall break by no one's hand."

Pain slashed at his legs like cuts, as fingers soaked with blood clung to the edge of the table, and bugs crawling out from that rotting skin gnawed at Han Fei's legs.

In the darkness lurked too many horrors, and even after so long in the Deep World, Han Fei was still unable to describe the monsters in the mall—how grotesque and bloody they were.

"Have you all gone mad?"