Then, their forms dispersed, as if merging with the entire space.
Everything vanished, leaving only the continuous sounds of chewing and devouring.
It's unknown how long had passed when an extremely trembling voice emerged: "Forgetting our roots... haha..."
The voice let out a cold laugh, then became incredibly resolute: "No, I am doing this for the continuation of the Human Race. The Immortals are gone, the gods are in hiding; we are seeking a path for the Human Race!"
"Even if the gods disapprove, even if the Immortals despise us, we are still not wrong!!"
"I am righteousness, I am the Human Race!!"
The voice was tumultuous and grand, causing both the subspace and the present world's barriers to tremble, as streams of dark, eerie auras continuously surged towards the sword scars in the void.
Upon closer inspection, within those eerie auras were twisted mouths, endlessly gnawing, gnawing at the sword scars coming from the Other Shore!
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