The chaotic darkness had no concept of time.
Bai wushang felt as if he had slept for a very long time. When he woke up, he had a splitting headache, and his whole body was in pain like needles.
He opened his dim divine eyes of heaven and earth, but he could only vaguely see that the violent River of blood had drowned him. Even if he had a myriad of desires to break free, his hands and feet could not listen to him.
He was like a worn-out doll, with all the cotton inside emptied out. No matter how gorgeous his clothes were, he had entered the real countdown to his destruction.
"Soul power exhaustion ..."
the so-called exile is similar to a seal. It is impossible to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from the outside world ...
it's one thing that the storage ring can't be opened, but why is the ice world and any power related to space all frozen? "
Bai wushang's heart fell to the bottom of the valley.
