As expected, they had arrived at their destination.
The moonlight fell on the cultivator's body, and the silver thread on the priest's robe was illuminated by the faint moonlight, flowing with a demonic luster.
On the badge on his collar, the two crossed swords were completely upside down.
Under the nourishment of the moonlight, the pure black medal seemed to have several strands of red lines as thin as hair intertwining, as if it was fighting against the black gas.
Everyone was immersed in the joy of recovering their strength and did not notice this scene.
Song Qing was unmoved.
"Where did you seal him back then?"
The map didn't have a detailed route to the abyssal territory. For the sub-elves of Ogg village, the purity of their hearts allowed them to easily feel the beauty and emotions of all things in the world. At the same time, it also meant that their pure hearts were more susceptible to being tainted than other races.
