In that desolate place, there was only an abyss remaining, like a giant mouth wide open.

The scent of blood was overwhelming.

Chu Feng gritted his teeth, continuously resisting, as the True Spirit and the words in his mind trembled incessantly.

His steps gradually slowed down, and in front of him, Feng Yan and Xia Yuntian, with vacant eyes, slowly passed by Chu Feng.