The life force and energy of two black-robed figures seemed to be drained at an astonishing speed by an invisible hand, their bodies gradually withering, like the last trace of green swallowed by the desert, disappearing from sight.
In just a moment, these once-vibrant bodies were lifeless, only the black robes helplessly flapping in the fierce wind, eventually becoming part of the night, silently merging into the vast darkness.
After a brief silence, the chilling howls of Gods and Demons echoed once more in the boundless darkness.
The sound was like countless wronged souls helplessly lamenting in the abyss, as if ancient Gods and Demons were traversing time, letting out shrill cries that trembled every inch of space.
About half a day later.
A figure suddenly appeared in midair dozens of miles away from the Fallen God Abyss.
"Oh no, those two escaped fish seem to have already fled inside there."
This figure was none other than the Leader of the Flame Guard... Yan Zhi.
