Fang Hong and the others hurried forward in pursuit. Before long, a vast chasm appeared ahead. The wide expanse of cracked earth came abruptly to a halt and was neatly cut off by a bottomless abyss cliff. In front of them stretched a bare stone bridge, extending straight into the darkness as if it had no other end.
Only in the dim mist beyond could the shadowy outlines of some spire-like buildings be seen, and on this side of the bridge, two Obsidian spires stood erect.
In front of the spire, Fang Hong found the corpse of one of the twin sisters.
Whether it was the elder or the younger, she lay with eyes wide open, half-kneeling on the ground amidst a pile of carcasses. Her pitch-black eyes gazed hollowly into the sky, seemingly still harboring the terror of her final moments. Her skin was so pale it was almost translucent, with blood trickling from her slightly open mouth and the corners of her eyes, streaming down.
It looked somewhat terrifying.
