Five rays of colored light burst forth at once, each aiming for one of the five sacred mountains. As they ascended, the world, which had just been pitch black, seemed to lighten again. However, the array of colors didn't ignite hope, but instead, they brought a deathly silence, much like the silent destruction of Ji Dong and his group's spirits.
The feeling Ji Dong hated most was losing control, and without a doubt, right now, he was helpless.
