The sound of nails scraping was especially grating, easily enough to make one restless.
Hastur smiled. "Heh heh! Anyone imprisoned in a place like this is certainly no ordinary person... Should I question him about He Damin's whereabouts?"
"Let me handle it."
Yu Jing sensed a powerful aura as well. Whoever could be imprisoned here was definitely no ordinary person. He gestured for Hastur not to act yet... If possible, Yu Jing wanted to obtain the other party's power.
At the edge of the Abyssal Prison stood a black-haired human with hair reaching the waist. Their gender was temporarily impossible to determine, and they stood half a head taller than Yu Jing.
This person's attire was rather strange.
Old white bandages were wrapped around the key joints of the elbows, wrists, knees, ankles, and slender waist.
Beyond that, the most eye-catching feature was this person's fingernails. Each was about two chi long—0.66 meters—and entirely dark black. Shadow energy seemed to flow across their surfaces, and their cutting ability was hardly inferior to Bai Xiao's Claws of Death.
That irritating scraping sound was caused by the fingernails continuously raking across the walls made of black magnetite.
"Another new prisoner?"
The scraping stopped, and a hoarse, low male voice rang out.
"Hello..."
The moment Yu Jing had spoken those two words, he felt a wave of icy killing intent sweep over his entire body. It was actually the same Yan Sha Intent as his own.
Cold, formless, and overwhelmingly lethal.
Clang!
Sparks flew.
Yu Jing retreated more than ten steps. The phantom gunshaft held by his plant was still trembling slightly, and the web between his thumb and forefinger had actually split open.
When the thin, long-haired man lowered both arms, his fingernails happened to touch the ground.
His face was gaunt,