Zheng Wuyou struggled to keep her footing on the swaying, wildly unstable ground as the giant cylinder moved. At the same time, she quickly scanned her surroundings.
She clearly remembered that they had been to the southwest of the herd of yellow sheep!
In other words, behind and to the left!
Apparently noticing that the sound of paper rustling as they ran had stopped behind her, Yuan Ling strained to look back over her shoulder from the youth with lip piercing's back.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Zheng Wuyou standing still, no longer keeping pace with the others.
Anxiously, she patted the youth with lip piercing's back. Her pale lips struggled to form a few words, which came out in a faint whisper: "Help... call... Wuyou!"
Why did she have to get involved in everything?!
The youth with lip piercing shot her a look of exasperation. With an annoyed click of his tongue, he was just about to turn and call out to the person behind them.
The instant he turned, a vast darkness engulfed him.
The black cylinder towered in the sky like a majestic mountain. Its enormous body completely blocked the orange-red sun, which had blazed brilliantly and illuminated the entire horizon.
The sunlight was mercilessly cut off, replaced by a thick, ink-black darkness that quickly spread around them.
The enormous shadow seemed like a ferocious beast opening its gaping maw, swallowing everything beneath it without mercy.
Beneath the shadow, they felt as though they had plunged into a boundless black hole. The light around them vanished in an instant, leaving only heart-stopping darkness and endless fear.
The temperature seemed to plummet with the sunlight's disappearance. A wave of cold swept over them, making the thinly dressed group shiver uncontrollably.
This sudden darkness was