At the bottom of the Cangwu Abyss, darkness engulfed everything.
Countless branches jutted horizontally from the cliff walls of the Abyss, packed with a dense mass of crows.
Their murky eyes gleamed as they let out eerie cries, showing no fear of humans as they fixed their gaze tightly on Xu Zimei and his companion.
The two leaped downward, plunging into the depths of the Abyss.
The deeper they went, the heavier the malign aura became.
The evil energy seemed to constantly corrode the pair, inching ever closer to invading their bodies.
They shielded themselves with Spiritual Energy, forming a barrier that kept the foul aura at bay.
Descending further and further, they had no sense of how deep the Abyss truly was until their feet finally touched solid ground, where rows of tombstones greeted them.
The place bore a striking resemblance to a Chaotic Burial Mound.
Spectral and chilling, the air itself seemed carved from icy dread.
