"Whoosh!"
Jiu Feng slowly moved forward in the darkness. Every step was immensely difficult, as if he were wading through a mire.
"Is the Devouring Lord still not going to show himself?"
Jiu Feng's brows were tightly furrowed. By now, the power within his body was almost completely drained, yet there was still no sign that he had passed the trial.
Had he missed something?
Rustle, rustle.
Just as Jiu Feng sank into thought, footsteps came from within the darkness. They were very faint. If the Great Hall had not been deathly silent on all sides at this moment, he might not have noticed them at all.
Jiu Feng's gaze sharpened. He immediately turned around and looked in the direction the sound had come from. In the next instant, his pupils suddenly shrank.
Within the darkness, a figure slowly appeared. She wore white, untouched by the slightest dust, and walked through the Great Hall with light, unhurried steps, as if she were completely unaffected by this damned place.
"It's you?"
Jiu Feng was slightly startled. This was the person Mu Di had spoken of. He had not expected to meet her in such a manner at this moment.
Mu Zi's gaze was calm. There was not the slightest ripple in her eyes as she looked at Jiu Feng, as if even a peak Reincarnation Stage expert was not worth paying attention to.
And at this moment, her pair of glass-like eyes had already been dyed a deep black, exactly like the darkness before them.
When Jiu Feng saw the white-clothed figure, he seemed to sense an invisible pressure radiating from her. That aura seemed to have fused with the entire Great Hall, profound, distant, and impossible to fathom.
A thought surfaced in his mind. Jiu Feng looked at that figure,