The coldness faded, and there seemed to be a heat flowing in the depths of his blood.
At that instant, it was like the eve before a volcano erupted. Xu Nan's slightly stiff body suddenly tensed up.
He opened his eyes and suddenly stood up.
Under his butt was a cold but neat touch, like the floor. The surroundings were pitch-black and deathly silent, and the situation could not be seen clearly.
He took a deep breath and activated darksight instead of starting a fire.
This seemed to be an open warehouse.
The ceiling above was heavy and dark, without many patterns. The warehouse was very high, about seven or eight meters.
"Where is this place?"
Xu Nan didn't act rashly. Instead, he rubbed his temples.
His consciousness was still stuck at the moment when he was blown away by the strange wind, and then he lost consciousness.
