Without the Shadow Devil's eyeball, it looked like freedom, but in reality, if this matter were exposed, the first to want to kill No. 8 White Water Egg would be his own people.
For Yu Ziqing, this was his best chance to escape, or rather, to survive.
Crossing the boundary, he arrived at the Abyss, waiting quietly.
The battle between the hungry ghosts and the Devils continued, yet this moment was a temporary lull, as the hungry ghosts had just reclaimed their lost territory.
Several dozen miles away.
No. 8, taking No. 10 with him, emerged to see a small hill.
He also noticed the iconic thing there.
He rested here briefly with No. 10, while looking out at the massive Abyssal Rift, observing the hungry ghosts there and the Devils that had just withdrawn in the distance.
"Over here, the fight is ongoing; these Devils can at least tie down the hungry ghosts here.
Prevent them from leaving this place and going elsewhere.
