Under the gaze of the Celestial Venerable Statue, the Heaven Demon youth's bloody maw envelops the sacrificial array.
This sacrificial array, set up with the help of the deteriorated, deathly black air, is so formidable that even Long Yinghai cannot escape.
The Heaven Demon youth locked eyes with Song Yan, sending a thought, "Do you want to save them or snatch it?"
Song Yan shook his head, replying, "Neither saving nor snatching."
As the saying goes, "Men die for wealth, birds perish for food." But does it mean people no longer pursue wealth, or birds stop seeking food? Of course not. This simply tells you that if you seek something, there are risks involved, and you must be responsible for yourself. If you cannot bear the risks and perish midway, you cannot blame anyone else.
The black light flickered, emanating waves of deathly aura, and the wind swirled slightly, lifting Song Yan's black hair and casting shadows on his ever-changing face.
