His consciousness barely maintained a glimmer of clarity amid the chaos. Just now, he was being hunted by a group of "forbidden creatures" that could not be described in words. Those things are like a random splicing of flesh and nightmare, exuding a disgusting rancid smell, and their only instinct is to devour and destroy. The orthodox cultivation he originally relied on for survival was of no use in this ghost place called "Endless Ruins". Once the spiritual power left the body, it would be assimilated into more twisted energy.
