A day later, the Fire-Winged Monkey brought Jiang Liu to the sky above Abyssal Canyon.
Looking at the Abyssal Canyon, still shrouded in mist, Jiang Liu saw it as a gaping maw, as though it were waiting to swallow everything at any moment.
Jiang Liu released his Divine Sense, but he did not detect the three Beast Emperors here.
Moreover, as the Fire-Winged Monkey approached Abyssal Canyon, it had already begun concealing its aura, precisely to avoid being discovered by them.
Yet so much time had passed, and there was still no sign of them.
Could those three Beast Emperors have already left? Jiang Liu wondered.
No. They must have sensed the Fire-Winged Monkey's powerful aura even earlier and hidden themselves.
Jiang Liu glanced toward the bottomless Abyssal Canyon. Could those three Beast Emperors be hiding below?
He had already probed the white mist in midair, but found nothing unusual, nor any trace of them.
Therefore, there was a good chance they were hiding in the mist below.
Jiang Liu sent an order to the Fire-Winged Monkey, telling it to be careful. Then he leaped forward and dropped straight toward the bottom of Abyssal Canyon.
The Fire-Winged Monkey drew out its long staff and gripped it tightly with both hands. With a flap of its wings, it followed Jiang Liu downward at high speed.
The two blackened weapons had already been buried by Jiang Liu in the collapsed passageway. He had not taken them out.
Since Jiang Liu knew that bringing those two weapons out would only invite disaster, he certainly would not carry them into Abyssal Hell.
After descending a little over ten zhang, Jiang Liu immediately sensed that something was wrong.
The air around them was now filled with Dark Primal Qi, and the temperature was frighteningly low.