The scream was like the mournful howl of a night owl, truly chilling to the bone.
White spray splashed up, tinged with a hint of scarlet blood, looking desolate and grim in the dark night, horrifying and thrilling.
Sakata Norio suddenly stood up, only to find that Shen Yue's eyes hadn't even blinked.
"It's one of our own," Sakata Norio said, seeing Shen Yue silent, he felt that they weren't quite on the same side and awkwardly added, "It's someone from Japan. Great Sage, I need to go have a look."
Shen Yue indifferently said, "No need to look, he's already dead."
Sakata Norio shivered, both shocked by his companion's death and awed by Shen Yue's cold detachment toward life and death.
"He might not be dead," Sakata Norio still held out hope.
As he spoke, seeing no objection from Shen Yue, he quickly ran to the front of the waterfall and leapt into the basin.
