After that, both Li Jingming and Wang Xinfei lowered their trembling heads.
Before they realized it, beneath their feet was a bottomless pit filled with a darkness that seemed capable of devouring everything. Under the blanket of this color, everything appeared at once clean yet profoundly filthy.
Just one glance was enough.
Both Li Jingming and Wang Xinfei gasped for air, feeling dizzy and nauseated as an unimaginable terror grew deep within their hearts.
This intense darkness, this oppressive inky curtain, was an embodiment of despair, a suffocating despair.
Could this truly be a color that existed in this world?
Both of them wished to escape, but the darkness had them ensnared, like thick, enveloping vines, binding their legs, preventing them from moving even an inch.
Meanwhile, Ye Hanjun was standing right at the center of the massive pit.
All around him, all noise had ceased and all colors swiftly vanished.