The piercing wind, carrying the scent of decayed iron and ancient blood, swept across the ink-black earth, whimpering as if countless dead souls were whispering.
In the fractured space, faintly, Jiang Shu's figure stepped out from within.
His calm breathing grew increasingly intense, each breath feeling like inhaling scorching gravel, scorching his lungs and meridians.
The condensation of several avatars, coupled with this time of hiding, nearly exhausted all his remaining energy, spirit, and essence.
If he does not succeed this time, the best choice would be to be forced to use the Two Realms Shuttle.
"Hoo..."
A long breath exhaled.
Jiang Shu's gaze turned to the direction where the Ancient Demon Image disappeared.
Even now, he wasn't completely at ease.
