Though the figure of the Lord of the Demon Abyss had vanished, that piercing, biting cold still lingered, like a wind blowing from the depths of hell, carrying endless resentment and the aura of death as it hovered in the air. The setting sun was like blood, casting its light on everyone's faces, yet failing to pierce the heavy burden in their hearts.
Having just recovered from that earth-shattering battle, before they could even catch their breath, an eerie bell suddenly rang out in the distance—low and distant, like a soul-summoning chime from the depths of the Nine Springs. It shook people's minds and unsettled their spirits, making even breathing feel restricted, a nameless oppression swelling in their chests.
"Not good!" Bai Xi abruptly poked his head out from the Sun Bead realm, his expression changing sharply, a trace of terror flashing in his eyes. "A large group of enemies is approaching, and... their aura is extremely similar to the power of the Lord of the Demon Abyss just now!"
Chapter 412