Crash!
In an instant, when that voice reverberated in Wang Xu's mind, the darkness in the pit suddenly spread, the sun and moon vanished, stars disappeared, isolating all sound, leaving only endless darkness.
Cold.
Lonesome.
As if eternal darkness was entwined with solitude.
Wang Xu was enveloped in darkness, without a trace of panic, gazing calmly at the crystal-like resplendent bow.
"Your fortitude is commendable." A cold voice echoed, a figure drifted out like a phantom.
A body clad in battered Purple Gold Battle Armor, the Purple Gold Helmet was so damaged only half remained, revealing a fierce visage with five chilling purple eyes.
Its frame was tall and hunched, its hooves stepping on the dark void, bearing two Crystal Bows on its back, one hand gripping a Giant Hammer, the other a Cleaver, with unknown blood still on its chest.
