This time, they delved deeper into the massive fissure, twisting and turning, and after over thirty days, they finally reached the endpoint.
"Be careful, there seems to be the fluctuation of a living person ahead!" Mo Rubing suddenly transmitted his voice as a warning.
Li Fan had already kept the Wooden Sword Mirage close to his side, slowly approaching.
At the end of the Dark River, a lone figure was seated.
The aura was flickering and unstable, and on the face was a mask with fangs!
"Xing Wuque?" Seeing the familiar form, Mo Rubing couldn't help but call out loudly.
However, after Li Fan was momentarily startled, a sense of peculiarity surged in his heart.
Xing Wuque had long since lost both hands and feet, yet this figure had all limbs intact.
What's more...
The clothes he wore were very familiar to Li Fan.
They were exactly like those of Xu Ke, who had previously disappeared deep in the Dark River!
"Is it Xu Ke?"
"Or is it Xing Wuque?"
