Massive black rocks, resembling tombstones discarded at will by the hands of a giant god, cast ferocious, distorted shadows under the dim light of the altar.
The figures of Qin Lie and Ayina darted like two gusts of wind pressed tightly against the ground, weaving through rugged, bizarre rocks and sticky, blood-soaked frozen earth. Every footstep precisely avoided gravel that might make a sound or hidden sorcery traps.
The Ancient Mirror Fragment continued to transmit a cold tremor and a faint guidance at Qin Lie's waist, acting like a lighthouse in the dark, yet it was also frantically devouring his mental energy. Cold sweat at his temples gathered into thin trickles, sliding down his taut cheeks.
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