Hearing this voice,
Ji Shengyue was jolted out of a complex storm of shock and panic.
She instinctively looked toward the source of the sound.
Ji Shengyue's heart sank, and a glacial fear instantly spread throughout her body.
Behind her was no longer the familiar figure of Xiao Cangqing.
In his place was a vast, deep expanse of black mist, like a churning undercurrent in an abyss.
Within this chaos, two points of blood-red light abruptly flared, like spectral flames leaking from the slowly opening Gate of Hell.
The two eyes were unimaginably huge, every blood vessel within them clearly visible.
Ji Shengyue strained to widen her eyes, trying to pierce the thick black mist and glimpse the entirety of the unknown existence.
Just then, a sinister, cold wind swept by, and the black mist roiled.
Vaguely, she caught a glimpse of a breathtaking sight.
In the boundless darkness, two incomparably massive wings slowly unfurled, covered in unknown, dark-colored scales.
