Qiushan Caiyin seemed to discover something extremely terrifying, letting out a shrill cry. Through the sound, her utmost terror was all too clear.
Along with her screams, Seto Cheng burst into raucous laughter with his mouth full of blood, "Sosuke has come... Sosuke has come! You two, no matter who you are, can't escape!"
His laughter lingered in the air before coming to an abrupt halt.
Beichuan Si withdrew the fist he had buried in Seto Cheng's face and turned to the dark, resentful figure entangled behind him.
The resentment emanating from the figure was almost tangible, like a liquid clinging to the small body.
With the help of death energy, Beichuan Si saw the other's visage clearly.
It was a drenched young boy, his eyes devoid of whites, emanating a hatred for the living.
His mouth was half-open with black liquid trickling from the edges. It was pitch-black inside—you couldn't see anything.
