A pale, handsome face, covered in spider silk, was gradually revealed.
The young woman brushed away the soft, sticky white strands with her fingertips. It was so cold here; Yu Zhizhi felt like she was touching a block of ice.
The Holy Temple White Robe she wore offered some protection from the cold.
Her body was still relatively warm.
But her fingers were already frozen stiff. After painstakingly clearing the spider silk from the Lord of Paradise's face, Yu Zhizhi quickly pulled her hand back to breathe warm air on it.
The giant skeleton was tall and terrifying, its shape made even more bizarre by the white spider silk covering it. Yu Zhizhi glanced back; behind her was what looked like a bottomless abyss.
It felt as if one wrong step would send her plummeting down.
The Black Crow, entangled in spider silk, looked like a small black dot from a distance. It was flapping its wings, trying to break free.
"Louis..."
Yu Zhizhi called his name softly.
