"boom boom boom!"
the broken wing angel, xing, pushed open the stone door behind the poison saint angel.
a gust of cold wind blew.
bai wushang smelled a stench similar to that of rotting corpses, and his eyebrows raised slightly.
"this is ... water?"
in front of the man and the two beasts was a dark green pond that stretched as far as the eye could see.
it didn't look deep. if bai wushang stood straight inside, he might be able to see his head.
however, its smell was very dark, mixed with the stench of dead fish and shrimp. even if he held his breath, the smell would still rush into his nose.
the little rabbit covered its nose in disgust.
bai wushang focused his attention on the floating green seaweed and the colorful fish swimming around.
"hualala ~~~"
the waves were rolling, and an illusionary shadow of an angel was jumping like a whale.
as soon as the epiphyllum appeared, his spiritual consciousness reverberated in the air above the pond.
