On the luminous screen, what appeared clearly was the situation within the Wuxin Belt they had just left behind.
At this moment, inside the Wuxin Belt—vast and like a starry sky—branches of the Black Night Mother Tree were being utterly engulfed and shrouded by surging masses of thick black mist emerging from behind.
This black mist was completely pitch-black, without a single glimmer of light, resembling dense black mud.
Once touched, it would cling tightly and there was no way to break free.
Wherever the Mother Tree branches were tainted, they shattered and decomposed.
Large swarms of strange specters scattered like insect hordes, trying desperately to flee.
Yet their speed within such an immense Wuxin Belt was far too slow, too insignificant.
From a distance, it looked like a film slowed down by ten or twenty times—the moment they took off, they were instantly swallowed by the thick black mist behind them and completely vanished.
Even the city-like clusters on the branches collapsed and decomposed upon contact with the black mist.
At this moment, no matter which surrender faction they belonged to, all were being indiscriminately and rapidly devoured.
"The Great Annihilation is accelerating," Feng Xuezi sighed.
"And it’s not just here."