Smack!
The energy and spiritual energy on Han Fei's body slowly gathered.
As he slowly opened his eyes, countless images began to form in his mind. In an instant, eighty percent of his soul came together.
"Huff!"
Han Fei let out a long breath, scanned with his perception, and sighed in his heart. "Alas! It seems that when I reach the peak level, it is the time for me to fully recover. Calabash, Calabash, why didn't you block that attack back then? Now I'm in a dilemma!"
Han Fei smiled self-deprecatingly. "Shit, Yu City, City of Justice, Prehistoric Soul Realm… It seems that history is indeed complicated. I just didn't expect that I was actually in this history…"
Han Fei sobered up.
He felt that there was something wrong with this history. He had come in for no reason! In a sense, was he interfering with history?
"No!"
Han Fei realized that maybe this was part of history.
