Darkness, endless darkness…
A Deceitful Immortal formed a spell with his fingers, and sturdy bone spikes burning with Ghost Fire immediately sprouted from him, shooting out in all directions with a swoosh.
However, the firelight quickly disappeared, as if completely swallowed by this darkness.
The Deceitful Immortals looked at each other, Master Illusion glanced around, his eyes full of gravity, "Keep moving, don't mess up the formation!"
After he led his men into the Immortal King Tower, he hadn't expected the space below to be so vast, with no boundaries above or below, divine thoughts unable to probe beyond a thousand meters, as if walking in the Endless Void.
Master Illusion was already somewhat regretful. However, shortly after they moved forward, the entrance they came from also vanished into the darkness, leaving the group thoroughly lost.
