Boom!
Another shocking bang sounded, and the world was covered in white as if it was daytime.
The place that had already become an abyss was blasted even bigger and deeper!
When the light vanished and everything disappeared, ten minutes had already passed.
In the air, a ball of blood slowly condensed and finally transformed into Fang Aotian.
By now, Fang Aotian's clothes had already shattered completely, and his Martial Monarch Realm armor had also been blasted into pieces. The silk threads of his clothing swayed in the wind.
"Ling Xinyue, I wonder how you're going to survive this one."
The corner of Fang Aotian's mouth curled up slightly. However, before he could be too smug, an accident happened again in the next second.
The air distorted as a heavily injured soul escaped from the void and fell heavily to the ground.
Fang Aotian was stunned, but he was not too shocked. Soon, he sneered.
