"Understood."
Ye Nishang lightly acknowledged with a sentence, immediately returning to her full Nether Night regalia.
Thereafter, she swept her gaze over Ye Qiyu and Ye Mochou, finally looking at Ye Hanjun, and voluntarily took a step back, standing on the other side of the royal hall.
"How strange."
Ye Mochou shook his head and strode forward, his body now showing large patches of dark red armor:
"Pure darkness indeed so dominant?"
"Time and again, at the same status and level of power, why do I always seem to find myself at a disadvantage?"
Ye Ying said nothing, resorting to the same tactic and opening another rift.
With a couple of distinct snapping sounds, a total of fifteen fragments fell off, spiraling in, entering the center of the box with no other noises.
"Fifteen..."
Ye Ying nodded slightly, murmuring to himself:
"The collection of fragments cannot be solely measured by strength."
"Chance, luck, these complement each other, one cannot do without the other."
