Suddenly, Postline's expression changed. A very terrifying thing occurred.
The deep abyss behind him was shaking.
He didn't control the deep abyss but it was shaking.
"Silence."
Postline tried to calm down the abyss but what he didn't expect was that he was unable to control it. His connection with the abyss was totally cut off at that moment.
"What is going on?"
He then looked towards Lin Fan, was this person true?
With a xiu, the deep abyss condensed together, turning into a ball which swept out. Postline wanted to grab it but he didn't dare to. That was the deep abyss.
To evil gods, to be able to control the deep abyss meant that they could control their life and death.
Lin Fan raised his hand.
The ball formed from the abyss floated in his palm. He felt a weird feeling. Numerous threads flew out from his palm and wrapped the ball.
It absorbed it at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.
