Feng Yueya looked toward the circular snowy ground, a hint of contemplation flashing through her eyes as she murmured, "Maybe, my blood has some special effect…"
No sooner had her words fallen than the sharp blade sliced through her fingertip, and a drop of full-bodied fresh blood fell onto the snowy ground, blooming like a red plum, enchantingly beautiful.
Suddenly, the blood was absorbed by the snowy ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Then, a beam of black light shot out from the ground, and the circular snowy area opened up to reveal a bottomless black vortex beneath.
A flicker of surprise passed through Yun Shangshu's eyes as he watched this unimaginable scene in shock.
"Let's go, we're heading down," said Feng Yueya, and without any hesitation, she stepped into the circular vortex.
"Don't..." Go!
Yun Shangshu's hand was still outstretched in the air when he saw her figure flash and disappear.
