"This is bad!"
Hong Yu's heart clenched.
The black Talisman clutched in Zhao Wushuang's hand contained an infinite power.
Strange black Runes swirled across the Talisman like ripples in water, wavering between substance and illusion, as if the shadow of a powerful beast was roaring and flitting within.
"Hong Yu, get back! That's an Ancient Beast Talisman!"
Little One's voice exploded in his mind.
Little One, who was always calm, steady, and unbothered by external events, was showing intense agitation. Its voice was far from serene.
Hong Yu immediately fell back, trying to leap out of the pit.
But Zhao Wushuang gripped him tightly, his face a mask of savagery and madness. "You forced my hand! I'll make you pay!"
CRUNCH!
Zhao Wushuang violently crushed the Talisman in his hand.
The Talisman shattered with a bang.
