The mountain wind howled, and the dark cliff was like the gaping, bloody maw of a giant beast.
The moment Hong Yu and Xingtian leaped into the abyss one after the other, Hong Lingtong and Elder Luo instinctively rushed forward to stop them. But it was too late. They could only watch helplessly as Hong Yu's figure was devoured by the pitch-black cliff.
Hong Yu's words from before he jumped still echoed in their ears.
A chill ran down their spines as they looked at each other.
They were silent for a long time...
Elder Luo suddenly spoke, "Why do I feel like I've made a mistake?"
"Mm."
Hong Lingtong nodded, his eerie green eyes under the cloak flickering with alarm and uncertainty. "I feel a chill all over. Elder Luo, tell me... if Hong Yu isn't dead, and he comes back next time, do you think we'll be able to survive his wrath?"
Elder Luo froze.
The mere thought of the possibility Hong Lingtong mentioned sent another chill down his spine.
