Under the cover of the Darkest Abyss, black vines tangled around Dongfang Xu and the Red Flame Tiger, binding their hands and feet, brushing against their faces- the cold touch was like a snake slithering along their ankles, making their flesh creep incessantly.
Standing in the center was Ye Hanjun, his dark hair wildly thrashing about, an aura of power radiating from him.
There was no light in his eyes, he seemed like an empty shell devoid of a soul. The inky tendrils from all directions could only crawl at his feet, wailing softly.
Is this... a human or a ghost?
Is this reality or a dream?
Dongfang Xu felt as if he was trapped in an insubstantial world, trying his best to distinguish between the boundaries of illusion and reality.
But he could not find anything, could not make sense of anything, his eyes empty, lost in a daze.
"Roar…"
The Red Flame Tiger lowered its head, unable to suppress the fear coursing through its veins.
