The night fell like a shroud soaked in old blood. The cliffs of the Abyss of Light are as rugged as the fangs of giant beasts, and the wind blows through the cracks in the rocks, bringing up a heart-wrenching sob. It is the dying groan of the spiritual energy contaminated by the underground demonic energy. Lin Feng clung to the shadow of an abrupt Eagle Beak Rock, his black clothes almost blending into the rock. Only the lightning-shaped scar on his left eye twitched slightly under the faint green phosphorescence emitted by the crystal cluster forest that occasionally passed by.
