Stepping into the depths of the light band, the temperature plummeted, and the air was filled with a metallic chill.
The crystalline stairs underfoot began to twist and distort, transforming into a spiral shape that ascended upward. Each step caused ripples, as if treading on liquid starlight.
"It seems something is watching us."
Li Yunjing suddenly raised his hand, pointing his sword forward.
Before his voice fell, the ancient rune on the wall erupted with dazzling light, and eight crystalline warriors of the Witch Race broke through the wall.
They held bone blades, green flames flickered in their eye sockets, and the chains wrapped around them clattered.
The leading crystalline warrior let out a hoarse roar, its bone blade slicing through the void, tearing open a space fissure from which countless tiny silver parasites gushed out.
