Those deep, narrow eyes normally had pale irises, but now they were steeped in a darkness so profound it made his heart tremble.
Che Quan suddenly could not help thinking, Had that order played right into Jiang Cong's hands?
Why did Jiang Cong look so pleased?
Che Quan frowned slightly, unable to understand.
But after a moment of puzzlement, he dismissed the thought without concern, bent down, lowered his eyes, and bit into the side of Jiang Cong's neck.
His fangs sank in again.
Jiang Cong's past memories surfaced before him in an instant.
After the two Old Castle guards had been manipulated by an invisible force into killing themselves, the gates of the Old Castle swung open, and Jiang Cong walked out.
Before leaving, he had even remembered to go upstairs and tuck Che Quan's blanket around him.
Then Jiang Cong headed straight for a place Che Quan had never seen.
It was a barren stretch of land shrouded in darkness, where not a blade of grass grew. Che Quan instinctively sensed tremendous danger.
That invisible pressure again.
If the Evil Idol in the [Single-Choice Question] Instance had been a mere trifle Che Quan could crush with a flick of his finger...
Then the invisible dark force before him now was a formidable opponent he might only manage to fight to a draw, even with all his strength.
In hundreds of years, Che Quan had never felt such terrifying pressure.
What... was that thing?
Why had Jiang Cong come here, and how had he run into this thing?
Questions rose in Che Quan's mind, none of them yielding an answer for now.
Che Quan focused and continued reading.
Then he saw the masked Jiang Cong address that chaotic, terrifying darkness in a string of ancient words.
That ancient language