In the Safe Zone, flames soared high into the sky. The massive vines of the Withered Rose were all burning, turning the Safe Zone into a torch in the darkness of night.
The swirling snowflakes in the sky shimmered with a crystal-clear brilliance under the firelight.
Many snowflakes melted into droplets before they could reach the ground, falling like rain in a soft patter.
"Do you hear it?" asked the Crying Hero, who stood at the edge of the deep pit. His tone was surprisingly calm, as if he was discussing with an old friend.
Li Changhe slowly made his way up from the depths of the pit.
It was only then that Li Changhe could take a close look at this familiar stranger. Perhaps because of their special relationship, he wasn't affected by the Crying Hero's influence, and didn't shed tears. But he could still feel the contained sadness and pain.
The Terror Devil of the Holder was a burning and driverless truck, which Xiang Wu had split in two with an axe.
