The speaker.
Zhang Chu could not sense the true body at all!
This means alone was enough to make one vigilant!
One must know that Zhang Chu's Spiritual Power had already reached an unfathomable level; for him to be unable to sense it, one could imagine how formidable the strength was!
Yet!
"In my world, there is never the word fear. Even a Mountain of Knives or a Sea of Fire, what of it if I go!"
With that, Zhang Chu did not hesitate at all.
He completely disregarded the other's threat!
He walked straight toward the edge of the darkness!
There, the sound suddenly dissipated.
The Gate of the Underworld slowly opened wide before Zhang Chu.
The darkness spanning the end of the Yellow Springs Road seemed to be cleaved right down the center by an invisible blade, churning and retreating to the sides.
The churning edges of the darkness shimmered with dark red embers, like congealed fragments of lava, peeling off piece by piece, drifting away, and returning to nothingness.
And after the darkness receded, a light!
No, that could not be called light; it was more like a blankness left behind after the very concept of "light" had been thoroughly lost—surging out from behind the gate.
Zhang Chu did not hesitate, lifting his foot to step inside.
Behind him, Song Li took a deep breath, gripped her Short Sword, and followed closely inside.
Her knuckles turned pale, and a fine layer of cold sweat oozed from her forehead, but her steps did not falter.
The darkness swallowed their figures...
The sense of time vanished at this moment.
There was no up, no down.
There was no front, no back; even "movement" itself seemed to have been extracted from the body.
Zhang Chu could only feel that