The wind is calm, all things are silent.
Even outside the Crack Realm, everything fell into a deathly silence.
All the craftsmen instinctively widened their eyes, focusing intently.
Where the silver light passed, tear rain, corpse flame, burial grounds, decay wind... all vanished without a trace.
The blood flowing on the earth dried up rapidly, earth dolls resembling skeletons turned to ash, still desolate, still silent, still riddled with cracks.
Neither falling into Hell nor reaching Heaven.
Merely restored to its original state...
But this is precisely the most terrifying part!
Amidst the Torch Plague's erosion, forcibly correcting everything once more, expelling all Zhi Fu's erosion and mutant, as if time was reversed, returning them to their original stance.
Not a fraction off, not a trace missing!
