The Wolf Lord and Master Li held their breaths, backs against each other, activating their Root Seas, maintaining peak vigilance every second against attacks from any direction, striving to capture any Qi Machines.
The sky's crack in the firmament remained unhealed for long, only adding a few intersecting canyons, like a giant scar; thereafter it was quiet for so long that it became increasingly unsettling, until a certain moment when the Wolf Lord frowned and abruptly raised his head, shouting:
"A crack!"
A crack?
Master Li prepared his divine skills, turned his head, and his pupils contracted.
Above the Yellow Sand River, through a vertical fissure with no thickness, one could see a blood-red world, and see blood-colored Manjushasa flowers.
