The Black Robed Figure slowly spat out two words. One hand quietly settled atop Nangong Yuan's head, and terrifying power spread soundlessly, completely suppressing her strength.
"Rest assured. Your brother is waiting for you below. You won't be lonely."
As soon as the words fell, Nangong Yuan was lifted into the air.
She stared wide-eyed at the volcanic crater ahead, her eyes filled with resistance, yet she could not move even a finger.
Just like that, Nangong Yuan was thrown into the crater as well, swallowed by the surging magma.
The next instant, that profound aura grew even denser.
Clear, ancient patterns slowly emerged across the walls and ground of the space, like the markings on some ancient Divine Artifact. It felt as though an oppressive might hung overhead.
Another cultivator in white robes appeared beside the Black Robed Figure. His face was fair as jade, his bearing straight and upright, one hand resting behind his back.
This person was Rong Shi, who had vanished long ago.
Rong Shi stood shoulder to shoulder with the Black Robed Figure, looking down at the churning magma in the crater. Flecks of excitement gradually surfaced in his eyes, as though he were awaiting something to emerge from within.
Before the chain of volcanoes could react, several wisps of chill suddenly appeared in the air.
The Black Robed Figure abruptly raised his head, only to discover that frost had somehow already coated the surrounding walls. A bone-chilling aura silently spread through the space.
This place lay a thousand meters beneath the main battlefield.
There was only one person capable of making cold seep this deeply—Lin Qi.
"It's her again!" The Black Robed Figure ground out those three words through clenched teeth. His emotions fluctuated unusually, setting the volcanoes trembling.
Rong Shi frowned slightly. "This