The cliff was getting closer and closer.
Wolves and Lei Peng were about to step into the void and fall into that bottomless abyss.
A flash of insight crossed Xiao Yi's mind.
As he moved, he grabbed Lei Peng and Wolves by the collars and leaped high into the air, stepping on the heads of the numb shadows in the crowd as he rushed backward quickly.
"Stop!"
A cold, angry shout caused Xiao Yi to pause slightly.
A black and a white figure appeared in front of him, one holding a soul-hooking fork and the other carrying a soul chain.
They were looking at Xiao Yi and the Wolves and Lei Peng he was holding with a chilling gaze.
Yin and Yang Ghosts.
The Black and White Impermanence!
These two, according to ancient legends, were soul-retrieving envoys of the underworld, the life-taking ghosts known as Black and White Impermanence.
At this moment, both of them were staring coldly at Xiao Yi, their gaze exuding a dangerous glow.
