Bai Ling controlled her body, slowing down as she propped herself up and gazed into the distance.
Rumble, rumble.
Like a collapsing mountain, violent crashing sounds echoed from afar. Bai Ling crossed her arms over her chest, watching the unfolding events with an air of spectator amusement.
In the distance, countless battles were playing out.
For instance, there were towering creatures over five meters tall, resembling ancient apes, and grotesque monsters with two faces and four arms capable of launching attacks from both the front and rear simultaneously.
These things had no semblance of beauty; they were synonymous with distortion and chaos. Some barely retained a recognizable semblance of form, but most looked like dozens of corpses from different creatures strewn together haphazardly and crudely stitched into a single entity.
Arms protruded from mouths, faces grew from abdomens—such grotesque examples were everywhere.
"Green Hill is dead. Who will be the next successor?"
