Xingshuang’s wet, barbed tongue hovered above Chen Mo’s face, freezing dead in its tracks. Its massive dog head slowly turned toward the terrifying new black hole that was howling with cold drafts. Within its incandescent white pupils, vigilance instantly overpowered sorrow, and the low whimper in its throat transformed into a deep, highly threatening growl.
Deep inside the black hole, an inky, viscous aura of deathly blue silence flowed slowly, swallowing light mercilessly the moment it touched the edge. Yet amid that absolute darkness and blue backdrop, an extremely faint, almost imperceptible silhouette flickered in and out of view.
It was not the breath of life, nor was it the extension of that violent, malevolent weapon’s will from before. It felt more like a stubborn piece of iron forgotten in the depths of a primordial glacier—cold, heavy, and possessing an artifact-like quality honed by the ages to the extreme, almost merging with the ice itself. Its outline was blurred, as if wrapped within a thick, formless coffin of ice, revealing only the vaguest, most obscure edges.
Chapter 134