The underground passage was surrounded by endless darkness.
A woman's corpse lay on the ground, her heart stopped, her blood cold.
Dozens of meters away.
The three-meter-tall black woman bent down and held Shen Ye in her arms.
Her long fingers pierced Shen Ye's chest and emerged from his back, tilted high so that blood could flow down along her fingertips.
The woman opened her mouth and extended her long tongue, winding it around her fingers seven or eight times and licking up all the blood.
A deep, resonant voice, neither clearly male nor female, spread through the thick, ominous air:
"Blood."
"-Blood drained of power, diluted to the extreme."
Shen Ye remained motionless, only listening.
She hasn't killed me.
Why?
At this moment, he staked his life, disregarding everything, wanting to uncover the reason behind it all.
Perhaps at another time, anyone else who learned of this would have called it madness.
But Shen Ye simply stood where he was, solemn and still.
Because of that conjecture!
The other party clearly could have killed him.
But she hadn't.
She had merely followed him here.
She had embraced him.
-What is she trying to confirm?
Perhaps that inconceivable thought in his mind was about to receive an answer.
An answer.
Give me an answer-
Shhk!
The fingers withdrew.
Shen Ye shuddered all over, a trickle of blood spilling from his mouth.
But he merely spread his arms, allowing her to hold him tight, then continued waiting for that answer!
In the darkness.
The woman's eerie voice was no longer crazed and bloodthirsty, but dry and hoarse:
"You became a 'Darkness Devourer' while still in your juvenile stage. This proves you have considerable potential, but you are also very likely to die young..."
"Because you have overdrawn the power of your