The thought of resistance had just crossed his mind when he couldn't help tremble all over, as if his Divine Soul was about to shatter, flickering uncertainly.
Rustle...
Winds in bursts blew in from outside, leaves scattering; the White Jade Flyer halted amid the Gallery of Shili, seamlessly integrating with it, as if it were the most exquisitely beautiful painting.
The Artifact Soul, after all, had gone out, hanging in the air reluctantly, transforming into layers of mist, enveloping the surroundings, and the entire White Jade Flyer as well.
And at this moment...
"Mmm..."
A sticky moaning sound thus wafted from within the Flying Craft; the next moment, he felt the entire craft seemed to turn scorching hot, the temperature rising continuously.
Those were moans, unceasing like the tide, one wave after another.
