Indeed, after those black currents invaded their bodies, the physical qualities of these human souls had clearly mutated—they were all so strong that they no longer seemed human. But no matter how inhuman they became, they still couldn’t compare to the dozen or so terrifying giant wolves before them. How could these be called wolves? They were clearly some unknown ancient primordial beasts. With a casual swipe of their claws, they smashed deep pits several meters wide into the ground; with a single bite, they swallowed several souls at once; with a light tug, they tore souls into fragments. Not to mention these soul bodies—even tanks and armored vehicles would probably be no sturdier than paper in front of these giant wolves. In just a moment, the souls of several hundred people had been devoured by these dozen or so human-faced giant wolves. And vaguely, Henry Clark felt that these giant wolves seemed to have grown a bit larger, but upon closer inspection, he couldn’t quite tell for sure. At this moment, he simply held his breath, focusing all his attention on the movements of these giant wolves.

Henry Clark had no idea whether these giant wolves had a keen sense of smell, nor did he know if soul bodies could be sniffed out, but he did know that if he were discovered by these wolves, what awaited him would surely be death—not the kind of death where one becomes a soul, but true death, where even consciousness and soul vanish completely!

However, Henry Clark's fears did not come true. The human-faced giant wolves, as if in a hurry, devoured all the human souls at the scene, then each raised their heads and howled wildly at the sky. Amidst these howls, they turned and sprinted off into the distance, never once noticing Henry Clark hiding beneath the giant rock.

But Henry Clark didn’t dare move a muscle. He stayed absolutely still in that crevice, and only after three or four hours had passed did he very cautiously crawl out. When he looked closely at his body, he found that during that desperate squeeze earlier, his belly had actually been gashed open by the sharp edge of the rock. If he were a normal person, such a wound would have been enough to expose his intestines and organs. But Henry Clark could only see specks of glowing light inside his belly, and as these lights gathered at the wound, his injury began to gradually heal, and once again his body became whole and unblemished.

Henry Clark touched his perfectly intact belly, then looked toward the flat ground in the distance—the very spot where he and those several hundred people had landed. But now, all those people had become food for the monstrous wolves. Even more terrifying, after this massacre, not a single trace of blood or evidence could be found, as if everything that had just happened was nothing but his imagination. Yet the soul-tearing pain still lingering in his body told him that it had all been real—those hundreds of souls had truly been devoured by monsters, and now he was left in this monstrous world, where he could be swallowed by such giant wolves at any moment.

“Sigh, is this really hell? No wonder—if there are monsters like those human-faced giant wolves here, no matter how many souls fall into this place, they’ll all be devoured alive by those creatures. How could there possibly be any civilization?”

Henry Clark muttered to himself. As he spoke, he felt a chill spread through his entire body, down to the depths of his heart. He had originally planned to work hard and build up some fortune in the underworld, so that after his parents passed away, he could provide for them. But who could have known reality would be so cruel? Although it was true that souls existed after death, to think that souls would end up in such a terrifying hell—life and death were truly beyond one’s control… He didn’t believe that all those hundreds of people were so-called evil-doers; they were just ordinary citizens of Shanghai, some good, some bad. How could human nature be purely good or evil? Most people were somewhere in between. Yet all these ordinary people had fallen into this hell and been devoured by monsters… It was clear that this world must be the final destination for all souls, with no good or evil, and no so-called heaven!

In any case, after Henry Clark had sat and thought for a long time, he could only helplessly set off into the wilderness. He couldn’t possibly hide in this cave for the rest of his life, could he? Even though he was now a soul, and didn’t know if he would feel hunger or thirst, he was still a person—he had to do something. He couldn’t just turn into a stone and stay here for a hundred years; even if he survived, it would be no different from being dead.

“Damn it, I refuse to believe there’s no hope. Everything in existence has a sliver of hope. It can’t be that just by entering this hell, you’re doomed to be eaten, right?”

Henry Clark steeled himself. He was determined to explore this world properly. Maybe, just like in those fantasy novels, there were humans gathered together somewhere, using various methods to fight against creatures like those monstrous wolves. Maybe this plain was just one of those so-called dead zones from the novels, and they’d simply been unlucky to land in such a dangerous place. Maybe this world was actually a beautiful one…