"This is the Hell Prison Space?"
Long Yan surveyed his surroundings, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
This Hell Prison Space was an isolated world. There was a deathly silence, no signs of life, even the Heavenly and Earthly Spiritual Qi was depleted. The air was filled with an acrid smell of blood.
Underneath him was a black desert, its boundaries out of sight, a world that was completely a sand sea.
"As expected, within the Hell Prison Space, that bizarre power is even stronger."
At this moment, Long Yan could noticeably feel his Bloodline Power waning. The bizarre power was more than ten times stronger than when he was in the Blood Slaughter Battlefield. The presence of this bizarre power greatly suppressed his own power.
"This Hell Prison Space is indeed strange indeed."
Long Yan was on guard. Even the Black Dragon felt that this place was not ordinary, naturally, he could not treat it lightly.
"Nine Suns Divine Art, suppress it for me!"
