"It's too dangerous in there. Who knows whether those two old dogs' corpses are still there." Sacrificial Spirit gazed into the depths of the valley.
The corpses of the two association presidents from the Ming and Moon worlds lay in the center of the valley, where the items they had obtained had also been found.
Just as the two were about to step inside, two deathly pale figures silently appeared at their other side, materializing out of thin air in the strangest manner.
Sacrificial Spirit glanced at Night Rain and gave him a look.
Then he suddenly flew into the valley. As he entered, all the black dead trees in the valley began to rustle and tremble, as though they had come alive and were brimming with excitement.
When Sacrificial Spirit had flown one-third of the way in, he abruptly stopped.
His expression turned grave as he looked ahead. Behind him, a deathly pale figure identical to himself was chasing after him, no slower than he was.
As it drew near Sacrificial Spirit, the pale imitation stretched out an arm like that of a corpse.
Sacrificial Spirit raised a brow, as if he had been waiting specifically for this thing, then swiftly flew forward again. Ahead were two constantly intertwining shadows, churning back and forth across the ground like a mixer.
They resembled two arms continuously embracing one another.
The instant Sacrificial Spirit rushed into them, his body vanished from where it stood.
The pale figure behind him did not stop and charged straight into the shadows.
The shadows reflected on the ground, like a pair of arms endlessly embracing the earth, suddenly turned from insubstantial to solid at that moment.
The pale figure identical to Sacrificial Spirit was like an infant throwing itself into its mother's arms. Once it