"Do you like Darkness? Sacrifice your soul and become my slave!"
The voice had become hoarse at some point.
At this moment, Qian Cangyi felt difficulty in breathing, almost suffocating, unable to move in the endless Darkness, he was completely powerless to resist.
The consciousness In his mind grew increasingly blurred, and his thoughts slowed down, Death was slowly approaching.
"This is... a mark left by Hell's Movie."
"Interesting..."
"Come, embrace me!"
The cold, ruthless voice echoed all around, stabbing pain appeared all over, making it hard to breathe.
Qian Cangyi could feel something entering his body through the pores, and no matter what he did, he couldn't resist, like an ant trapped Inside a glass bottle, only to be slaughtered, all struggles were just a joke.
The pain forced him to close his eyes, biting his teeth in resistance.
About ten seconds later, the pain vanished, but a numb sensation still lingered.
Qian Cangyi took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
