A dense, dark tide of enemies surged out from the rift, resembling the gates of hell being violently smashed open, with endless terror whistling through the air.
Visually, it was an ocean of dark, writhing, bizarre shapes, densely packed and boundless.
Audibly, they emitted blood-curdling shrieks that seemed to pierce the soul, vibrating the eardrums until they hummed, as if countless sharp needles were pricking the ears.
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