The scene spiraled out of control instantly.
In the midst of this frenzied chaos.
Fang Qingyu and his group of five silently stopped in their tracks.
They didn't follow the crowd to the altar but discreetly retreated to near the entrance passage of the ice cavern, a relatively dim corner under the shadow of a massive ice pillar.
"It's about time."
Fang Qingyu's voice was deep.
Almost simultaneously, as his words faded.
Buzz—.
A thick, ink-like darkness, as if capable of devouring all light, spread silently and invisibly from Fang Qingyu.
Eternal Night Territory.
The profound darkness instantly engulfed the five.
Their figures, breaths, heartbeats, body temperatures...
All traces of existence were perfectly gathered and isolated by this pure darkness.
Like five shadows merged with the ice wall itself.
The cacophony inside the ice cavern, chaotic energy fluctuations, and biting cold... were instantly isolated outside.
Leaving only absolute silence and profound darkness.
