Fang Heng and Zane hid not far from the temple.
After waiting for more than five hours, Fang Heng was the first to look up at the sky.
Something was happening!
In the high sky, thick dark clouds began to churn and roll.
Within the pitch-black cloud layer, a dark golden radiance shimmered faintly, and several spiral vortices slowly began to take shape.
"They're here, they're here."
Zane also noticed the anomaly and unconsciously tensed his body.
A dark golden pillar of light descended from the center of the vortex, shining onto the black wasteland of the Netherworld.
Soon after, a second and a third appeared.
Three humanoid phantoms quickly condensed within the pillars of light.
Zane watched the light pillars closely and whispered, "Brother Fang Heng, this looks a lot like the Descent method used by the God Clan."
"Mm." Fang Heng nodded slightly, then shook his head. "The aura is off. They're not from the God Clan."
