The fierce battle between Chun Yangzi and Liang Ming continued.
The Noon Sun Patrol Vehicle still hung high above, the golden chariot resting amidst the clouds, continuously emitting scorching sunlight akin to noon.
Yet, the two Yin Tombs had already been driven deep like nails.
One was tilted and gray-white, with a segment of a child's arm bone stuck in front of the tomb, covered in fine cracks as if it might break into powder at any moment.
The Bone-carrying Child curled up behind the tomb, the thick, long white bone in his arms burned black and cracked, yet from its hollow eye sockets, greenish-black smoke still emerged like embers about to extinguish.
The other tomb was low and somber, with a fireless black lamp floating in front, its lampshade worn and the wick black like charred bone.
