It seemed as though everything had returned to tranquility. When the crowd looked toward Chess Mountain once again, Chess Mountain was gone.
In a fraction of a second, several peaks had been razed to the ground.
White bones turned to ash, and the living vanished into oblivion.
It was as if nothing had ever happened, and no one had ever been here.
One hundred and eight experts had vanished into thin air, and thirty-two members of the Dark Hidden had come without a trace and departed without a sound.
"Family Head, the Patriarch—"
"Elder—"
"Senior Brother—"
People's lips trembled, unable to believe that in just a split second, their close friends and companions had been separated by life and death.
Words could not express their grief.
Chapter 380