Zhao Yu was shaken by the dynasty Bell's sound waves. His whole body felt uncomfortable, and his eardrums were bleeding. His body kept spinning in the air, and he was sent flying for an unknown distance.
There was only one thought in his mind, [ what kind of profound weapon is that? ] How could such a precious treasure fall into the hands of others? he had to get it!
After flying for a long time, his body finally stopped and he saw a ray of light shooting towards him. In the light, Yunxiao's face was fierce, and his eyes were bloodshot.
“嗞! That look?"
Zhao Yu's sea of consciousness, which had just recovered from the sound waves, once again felt a sharp pain, and his head was about to explode.
"Not good! It's a spiritual attack!"
He closed his eyes in shock, but it was too late. The space around him started to change. One by one, flat surfaces extended from an endless distance and streaked across his body.
space of consciousness?!
