"At Nine Netherworld Cliff, these two powerful anomalies, it's impossible to tell how many times they've died, yet they seem impossible to kill. Could it be that the power of Dust Sand has made them sense a crisis?"
Aiden furrowed his eyebrows and analyzed.
"These people are already dead. They can't be considered alive. If their energy isn't struck, they will never die."
Ethan Smith shook his head.
At this moment, before them stood Keaton Bian, Qin Ji, and countless lifeless beings, puppet-like.
They looked towards a certain place, seemingly oblivious to the existence of the three living people: Ethan, Aiden, and Frederick.
Clang!
A crisp sound echoed as the eerie Jade Bottle at Frederick Cohen's waist suddenly shattered.
It was as if something had triggered it, causing a violent ripple.
The previously collected eerie energy drifted through the air, torn apart by countless bloody hands.
The eerie energy emitted a shrill scream, instantly shredded into countless fragments.
