"We're close. We can slow down now." Mu Daxian slowed his steps a little. "Any closer and we'll both die."
"I already feel awful," Mao Feiyang said with difficulty.
"We're approaching His domain, so we'll feel that same urge as moths drawn to a flame," Mu Daxian said. "Flames can provide light in the darkness, but throwing yourself into them will only destroy you."
Mao Feiyang nodded with only a vague understanding, thinking, Bro, stop getting all poetic on your own. Hurry up and show me what we're supposed to do next.
But just then, he noticed illusory human figures gradually emerging in the fog around him.
These figures looked like distant rocks, earth, and trees refracted into the distorted fog by the light and shadows of lightning. They also resembled the ghosts in horror films that hovered between illusion and reality, their outlines traced by the fabric of curtains when the wind blew them up.
Yet Mao Feiyang soon realized this was not merely a change in the overlapping, churning fog under the light and shadows. These were... Angel Sculptures!
As he and Mu Daxian approached His domain, the Angel Sculptures that had been feeding on the supernatural power within him from another layer seemed to be pulled into this layer, bit by bit.
The fog still traced their outlines, and the lightning trapped them here.
"How are the Student Commemorative Coins doing?" Mu Daxian asked gravely.
Mao Feiyang glanced down.
The Student Commemorative Coins looked as though the scarlet threads of blood were about to drag them into his flesh. The once tiny, cobweb-like cracks had now become hideous blood vessels, an alarming sight.
"What are they supposed to look like before they're ready?" Mao Feiyang asked with difficulty.
"Just wait until they've drunk their fill of blood!"