The figure approaching was slender and upright, draped in a pitch-black cloak, seemingly merging with the night.
A strand of moonlight-like silvery white hair slipped out from the hood.
Clearly, no light could penetrate this place, but the moment the young man stepped in, the surrounding darkness and miasma seemed to retreat in fear.
As the man walked forward, the obstructing steles and barriers ahead were shattered by an invisible force, and a cold, sharp aura of killing intent surged around him, while a bloody atmosphere spread in the air.
It was an evil aura that could only be condensed by hands stained with countless blood!
He paused in his steps, as if sensing something, looked down at the mark on his wrist, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his lips.
She is fine, nothing to worry about.
The curve of his lips seemed to reveal a hint of bitterness.
He couldn't go back, couldn't see her.
Shen Li and the others would take good care of her.
