The Ancient City was in ruins, and a cold wind whistled through.
On the deserted streets, devoid of life, stood a series of broken buildings and collapsed courtyards, arranged in an old order. There wasn't even a weed on the ground, only dust and wood chips, making a stark contrast to the skeletons scattered outside the city.
Guang Xiaoyu was vigilant.
Behind her, An shivered, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly.
"What are you doing?" Guang Xiaoyu turned around.
"I'm afraid you'll get lost," An stammered.
...
If you're scared, just say so. Why say *I'll* get lost?
Guang Xiaoyu didn't bother to argue about it.
She felt an unusual aura fluctuating, cold and pressing. There also seemed to be an elusive Divine Sense pervading the air.
It was very oppressive.
The longer she remained, the more she felt as if she were being devoured.
This Dark Demon... it isn't dead!
The Strange Power was constantly devouring.
