When Yang Tian regained his composure, his consciousness became clearer and clearer.
However, his body was heavily injured and was being corroded by the red liquid. His consciousness was unable to control his body, and the dark energy that was suppressing his consciousness was becoming stronger and stronger.
This invisible dark energy was death!
Even if Yang Tian regained his composure, if this continued, he would only end up dead. Just like a wick without oil, it was impossible for it to continue burning.
“You’ve finally thought it through...”just when Yang Tian didn’t know what to do, the black-robed masked man appeared again and said indifferently.
Yang Tian turned around and looked at the black-robed masked man in front of him. He suddenly had hope. He knew that this person would definitely help him. When he was on Earth, Yang Tian had seen how powerful he was.
