The bloody handprint on the edge of the fissure cast an eerie sheen amid the golden light.
Ye Shuli's fingers gripping the Bronze Tripod tightened abruptly, and the Gold Thread bracelet on her wrist struck the tripod body with a crisp, clear chime.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Jiang Ye suddenly pressed her trembling shoulders—a dull, rattling roar of dragging chains echoed from deep beneath the ground.
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