"Huff... Huff... Huff..."
Mr. Orange collapsed in front of the icy ground by the immense bronze gate, panting heavily. He could clearly feel his eardrums throbbing and hear the intense beating of his heart caused by excessive nervousness.
Beside him, the White Tiger lay in the same posture on the ground, keeping Mr. Orange company, its little heart thumping wildly, still unable to recover from the shock.
Yue Bai sat on the stone steps, her face pale, still feeling terrified as she watched the once verdant ancient bronze door that had now turned completely into a dead gray, emitting a thick Abyssal Aura.
They had obtained a special mark from the Grand Saint of Nine Spirits to enter the Demon Spirit Ancestral Land, but now it also showed no response, proving that the Demon Spirit Ancestral Land was completely eroded by the Abyss, and even if they were allowed in, they dared not enter.
