After the Qi was poured into it, the fragment of the Book of the Netherworld lit up with a turbid glimmer. The glimmer flowed like water and ignited one spell after another.
Xu Qi 'an and Luo Yuheng jumped onto the stone plate tacitly. The next moment, the dim light expanded silently and swallowed the two of them, taking them away from the stone chamber.
Once again in an environment without any light, Xu Qi 'an's body tensed up as if he was facing a great enemy. He couldn't help but think of the scene where he had " died " without a sound.
He thought of the terrifying and irresistible pressure.
At this moment, he felt his arm being lightly hit by the horsetail whisk, and Luo Yuheng's voice rang in his ear. "Follow behind me!"
The horsetail whisk hit him again, as if to signal that he could follow.
