"Is this the place?"
Ning Wangyang dragged his damaged body, standing before an abyss that was bottomless.
In front of him was a long, narrow crack.
The diameter was over a kilometer, and its width exceeded several dozen meters.
Below the crack was pitch black, leading to unknown depths.
His body had returned to the state of a normal person, but the horrifying wounds on it remained unchanged.
Even the black sword he had wielded for years was now irreparably damaged.
His face was covered with weariness.
Although the magic patterns on his body were tirelessly mending his wounds, the speed was terrifyingly slow.
In his current state, he could collapse at any moment.
Yet, he had made it here.
His presence here meant that his enemy was dead.
Behind him lay an infinite expanse of yellow sand spreading across the sky.
Faintly, he could sense some different auras, but those had vanished before the abyss.
He stood alone in front of the bottomless crack.
