Li Xuanfeng's voice, like a deadly curse, echoed in Luo Qingchen's ears.
"Surrender, and I might give you a quick death!"
Luo Qingchen's forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat.
He knew that at this rate, they would be caught sooner or later.
He had to find a way to completely shake off this old man.
His gaze suddenly fell on a bottomless black chasm not far ahead.
The abyss exuded a terrifying attraction, as if linked to the Nine Netherworld Hell.
A bold thought emerged in his mind.
"Wan'er, hold on to me!"
Luo Qingchen shouted softly, and with one swift pull of Lin Wan'er, they charged towards the black fissure without hesitation.
"Not good! He's going to jump off the cliff!"
Seeing this, Li Xuanfeng's expression changed drastically, and he hastened his pace.
However, it was already too late.
The figures of Luo Qingchen and Lin Wan'er, at the edge of the chasm, leapt into the void and were immediately swallowed by the endless darkness and terrifying suction.
