Neither Yu Sheng nor the Holy could react to this moment.
After the first Living Saint leapt into the rift, the second followed closely behind, then the third...
These radiant figures with wings emerging from the curtain only paused briefly in the air before diving unhesitatingly toward the depths of the underground caverns, intersected by abyssal rifts. Amidst the chaotic spiritual resonance, sharp whistles mixed in, and shortly afterwards, everyone heard continuous rumbling from the depths below.
It seemed as if explosions were happening at the bottom of the rift; those descending figures appeared to be trying to break through some barrier.
Yu Sheng saw a brilliant column of light erupting from the ravine, and out of the corner of his eye, caught a glimpse of a white flash, turning his head to find the Artificial Angel beside him also floating forward instinctively.
Yu Sheng was startled on the spot, "Ah..."
