Su Huan's black pupils had long blurred into an abyss, swallowing all the whites of his eyes, eerie and profound, "High temperature, acid rain, floods, storms, spores, gravity, plants, rust, snow, Eternal Night, what are the other two?"
The Elder Marshal had been silently observing Su Huan's demeanor, and calmly replied, "The eleventh path is us, 12 million Donghuang soldiers."
"And the twelfth path is that person."
With a wave of the Elder Marshal's hand, a black-and-white image suddenly appeared on the dome overhead. Upon closer inspection, one could see dense black-gray lines; it wasn't a dynamic image but a delicate sketch.
Solitary towering trunks, a sunless sky, a vast emptiness within view—this image clearly depicted a place within the Eternal Night Zone.
