Stone Cup, Blood Wine, Severed Fingers (2)
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"It was just an encounter. We didn't even get a proper glimpse of the person's face. Was it even a human..."
"In the spatial fragment, we were plunged into absolute darkness."
Absolute?
Dao Qiongcang mused.
Spatial fragments were inherently dark, but spiritual senses allowed for telepathic communication.
Through these senses, one could still perceive spatial storms, and spatial blades, thereby avoiding danger.
Absolute darkness meant nothing could be done at all...
Huang Zhao nodded in agreement and added, "I felt the same as Old Jin. We couldn't see anything, and lost track of our comrades' positions completely."
"Yes!" Jin Feng, clearly hot-tempered, flared up again, ready to kick Zhu Yike a couple more times, but was restrained just in time.
Gritting his teeth, Jin Feng said with hatred, "In just that instant of absolute darkness, when I woke up, more than half of my brothers who fought alongside me were missing."