The vapor of the liquid galaxy surged like a living creature.
In an instant, it enveloped the entire meadow in mysterious star mist.
"Welcome to my painted world!~"
Lin Wanqing's voice echoed from all directions, seemingly savoring the sight of her prey struggling.
This transformation happened in a split second.
A second ago, the last golden red reflection of sunset was still frozen on the tips of grass.
The next second, the golden red was extracted from the world by some invisible force, and the entire meadow suddenly faded into gray.
The kneeling figure seen in the painting just now.
Became real at this moment.
Dozens of naked human figures, their skin cracked like poor-quality plaster.
The joints made sounds like rusty gears, rising in a bizarre synchronized rhythm.
[Painting Nightmare]
The figures' titles were in red.
Meaning, these dozens of figures ahead.
All were extraordinary beings!!
