With that, the figure shrouded in pitch-black demonic qi slowly drew out a blood-red compass the size of a water bucket.
As vital force poured into it, the compass blazed with brilliant light, and ring after ring of red runes emerged across its surface. The massive needle spun wildly, then settled in a specific direction in the void, the runes flickering faintly with a ghostly glow.
The figures exchanged glances and shot forward.
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