They float quietly in the air, their wings trembling slightly, as if showing their beauty and mystery.

Nanger widened his eyes and observed these strange creatures carefully.

Their bodies are a deep black, like shadows in the night, exuding a mysterious and majestic aura.

The wings are as white as snow, like snowflakes falling in winter, soft and pure.

This stark contrast makes them stand out against the pale surroundings, like pearls in the darkness, shining with a unique brilliance.

However, these wings are not just for displaying beauty, they are also a wonderful means of camouflage.

The white wings blend perfectly with the pale surroundings, making these creatures almost unnoticeable.

So Nanger only found a few black insects floating in the air. Their figures were looming, which made people feel fear and curiosity.

On Siger's side, the situation was completely different. Black and white powder fell from the sky, instantly filling the entire space.

The powder was like a dense snowstorm, enveloping everything. Siger sat quietly in the corner, his eyes closed, seemingly unconscious.

Blood slowly flowed down from his forehead like a stream, flowing across his cheek, across his neck, and finally into the clothes he was wearing, which were made of the black-scaled Xuanyun beast.

Blood stained his clothes, forming a sharp contrast with his pale face. His breathing was weak and rapid, and his body was shaking slightly, as if he was in great pain, but he never uttered a groan or cried for help.

Apart from the reminder to Nanger, there was no movement afterwards.

All that remained was the suffocating black and white powder and the blood flowing from his body, forming a strange and disturbing picture.