The black rock is covered with dense carvings, each one glowing with a faint blue light, like twisted snakes squirming on the surface. Yuze leaned against the cliff, feeling the chill coming from behind him - it was the death energy rising from the depths of the Demonic Abyss, which was slowly eroding the remaining spiritual power in his body.
"Feng Yuze, it's our fault." Li's voice came from above, a bit regretful but more indifferent, "When you were protecting that little devil, you should have thought of such a day."
