【Abyss Corridor】

The dense fog was like a cold white python, slowly squirming forward against the ground one by one. Dense vegetation is staggered and interspersed with cover, filling the entire canyon, and large and small foliage compete for limited light, almost obscuring the entire canyon above. Coupled with the cold, thick fog, the whole canyon doesn't look at all as bright as it should be during the day.

Silver Dust raised his head, and in the distant height above his head, there was a continuous canopy of trees, and the light was projected from the gaps in the canopy, and after being blocked by the mist, it dispersed into a vague cold white light in front of him. His whole body was cold, and the constant fear in his body was like a black sea in the moonlight, and a sharp sting pain pierced his heart like a cold dagger. He turned his head stiffly, and saw the silent ghost mountain crevice soul beside him, his face was extremely pale at the moment, his bloodless lips trembled, and his hands clenched into fists were also trembling slightly, his expression made people feel as if he had seen the most terrifying scene in the world.

In front of them was the dead Silver Priest, whose childlike form was now reduced to a transparent crystal-like shell, like a cicada, leaving behind a completely lifeless hermitage. The pale boy's eyes, which were as warm and delicate as amber a moment ago, are now only two black hollow eye sockets, and the eyeballs seem to melt away, leaving only two black holes, which are now faintly bubbling out of the white air.

"They...... What the hell is it?" the Ghost Mountain Soul asked fearfully, "There are still two silver priests left in the [heart] of the imperial capital...... Also...... Is this kind of monster too......"

Silverdust couldn't answer.

Everything that happened in front of him just now seemed to be a terrifying scene from hell, completely beyond his cognition. He barely managed to maintain a calm and upright position, but he almost felt like vomiting. A twisted nausea churned in my stomach. He couldn't believe that the Silver Priest was such a thing......

Where do they come from?

What exactly are they?

No one was able to answer.

Silver Dust lifted his stiff neck, his gaze farther and deeper into the sky, and in his cloudy vision, he seemed to see the whole of Yaslan shrouded in dark clouds that smelled of a terrifying swamp, countless secrets quietly evaporating from their hiding place, converging into pitch-black clouds, frantically devouring all the light.

There was a roar of thunder overhead, and the smell of despair was like a portents of the end times.

【The Western Aslan Empire?Utur Ruins】

In the huge darkness, there is a sound of rustling.

It's as if a ghost from hell is sneaking around.

A white halo floated in the air, and on the huge silkworm cocoon, Ligier still sat on it in a strange position, her hair spread out.

"Here we go again. Her eyes were red, and her sockets still looked moist, "What are you doing here?"

The dark space was suddenly illuminated by a faint green light. In the center of the light stood a little boy in strange costumes, barefoot, with many delicate gold buckles on his wrists and necks, and a silver-white silk cut in a strange way - it didn't look like Yaslan's style of clothing at all. He wears a white gold tiara set with black diamonds on his head. He looked thirteen or fourteen years old, but he did not have any youthful innocence and softness, his gaze was as sharp as a blade, and his gaze rang everywhere he looked.

Ligil stood up and looked at him warily, her gaze focused on the young man's right arm—his white arm was exposed beyond silk, but the entire arm was covered with extremely intricate black tattoos, made of various pictograms and unreadable ciphertexts, as if countless ancient spells were bound in a jungle of black thorns. The boy wears a metal glove on his right hand, which looks sharp and hard.

"Who are you?" Ligier's voice trembled a little.

"Did you see the three men standing behind me, and they didn't know who I was?"

Ligir looked up, and in the shadow behind the little boy, three men dressed in the same clothes suddenly appeared. They were all dressed in the same odd costumes, and they wore golden masks that covered the lower half of their faces, revealing only their glittering eyes and the high bridge of their noses.

The three men were almost identical, tall and muscular, all dressed in dark silk with a metallic belt around their waists and a delicate pouch hanging from their waists. Their skin was darker than wheat, their muscles were thick, and they seemed to be able to sense the vast amount of soul power in their bodies from a long distance.

The little boy crouched down gently, his eyes closed, and he carefully stroked the ground, as if looking for something.

"What do you want to do?" asked Ligil with a grim face, his wings slamming behind him.

The little boy didn't answer her words at all, as if he was ignoring her huge soul beast.

Ligil sneered, leaning forward, and she stretched out her slender and pale palm like lightning and shook it towards the little boy's void. However, instead of grabbing the little boy's neck as she had expected, Ligier felt a tingling in her shoulder, as if countless pieces of glass had exploded between the bones, and then she saw her arm slip off her shoulder and fall to the ground. Sure enough, at the incision of the flesh, there was a black circle of residue that looked like crushed ore.

She looked down at her arm a little confused, and when she looked back, she saw one of the men standing behind the little boy, taking two steps forward gently, he reached out and took a small black stone from the pouch around his waist, and then he threw it at him in an extremely twisted and strange position.

"You fight with ore, you are ......" Ligier's frightened voice suddenly broke in the air, her neck ached for a moment, and before she could react, Ligier saw the scene in front of her spin upside down, left and right, she thought about it carefully, and finally understood that her head had fallen off her neck...... She wanted to make some sounds, but all she could do was the whirring wind in her throat. Her big, foggy eyes could no longer close. (To be continued.) )