The prison was like an overturned giant bowl-shaped membrane, trapping them in a confined space!
In their eyes, there was a faint shadow of a blood moon that they tried hard to suppress but couldn't completely extinguish...
The weak purifying white light from Su Wanqing was barely resisting the erosion of the blood moon, serving as their last barrier!
In the narrow space between them and the Decay Nest Sovereign, a thick layer of charred Corpse Ghost remnants, burned by the Purification Power, was piled up, showing evidence of a fierce battle earlier.
But at this moment, the Decay Nest Sovereign simply gazed at them with its enormous blood moon vertical pupil, as if consuming and waiting...
Fang Qingyu held Jiang Wei, clinging tightly like a gecko to the cold rocks of the Abyss cliff, with the Eternal Night Curtain perfectly concealing their presence.
They clearly observed the hellish scene below and the plight of the four trapped warriors.
