The two people bound in chains were naturally Yun Tian and Master Buyan, the ones Ling Tian and the others had been searching for. But now they were little more than skin and bones, their skin dry and wrinkled like deadwood. Clearly, the Death Nether Qi had ravaged them and left them this way. Even people who knew them well might not recognize them in such a state.
Though they looked as if a gust of wind could blow them away, the glimmers in their eyes were terrifyingly powerful, as if their gaze alone could cow an enemy. But those glimmers vanished in an instant, and their eyes grew cloudy and lifeless again. Coupled with their appearance, they looked so much like corpses that no one would doubt it if told they were already dead.
"How... how long has it been?" Yun Tian's voice rumbled from his throat, his expression wooden. After a long silence, he shook his head and murmured, "I don't know how long. It must have been over a thousand years, though."
As he shook his head, the black chains swayed, ringing with the clatter of metal against stone.
The sound rippled through the air, sending out a strange pulse of soul energy. At its echo, the corners of Buyan's and Yun Tian's shriveled mouths twitched, pain showing on their faces. Yet their spirits also lifted, and they grew much more alert.
"Mm, at least a thousand years." Buyan nodded. With effort, he raised his head and gazed at a stretch of empty space beyond the formation. "Sigh, we were so rash back then. We thought the two of us could uncover the secrets of the Ancient Battlefield, but who would have thought we'd end up like this? I don't think we have much time left. There's