Looking through a small crack, one could see in the distance the deep pit from before; at this moment, as many as twenty 'strands of hair' had extended over.
At the tip of each hair strand, there was a face. Right now, those faces were loudly arguing beside their kind whose head had been chopped off, "Something sneaked in, able to chop off its head with a single stroke, yet no image was captured; it might be the enemy was too fast, and it didn't even catch a glimpse of what the enemy looked like."
"What could it be? Something so fast that it could chop off its head with a single stroke? Could it be the Serpent of Misfortune?" spoke another hair strand.
"It's possible. The Serpent of Misfortune has been lurking in this Void for a long time and has raised so many vassal races; it wouldn't just run away. Everyone, be careful not to stray alone," another, thicker 'strand of hair' said loudly.