Beneath Bai Yaoyi's astonished gaze, the golden lightning burst upon the ancient corpse.
This body, unknown how many years old, instantly disintegrated within the golden light, turning into a pile of white ashes.
"Let's go. It seems I was really overthinking it," Han Li murmured with a frown and faintly spoke.
Then he strode out of the place.
Bai Yaoyi shook her head with a light laugh, unconcerned as she followed out.
Soon after, the two reappeared in the passageway and continued flying forward.
When the two figures had disappeared into the distance and a wisp of purple light was finally engulfed by the black wind, a humanoid black shadow slowly rose from below the ground under a stone pillar in the cave.
This shadow was pitch-black, its features blurred, as if it were a pure shadow. Only its eyes shone with an eerie green light.