A gray-white intangible wheel of light swept across Ning Cheng's consciousness, and although it was just a matter of comprehension, Ning Cheng felt intense tearing pain in his sea of consciousness.
Formless and imperceptible, it seemed as if everything would turn into nothingness after this gray-white wheel of light passed by. Ning Cheng had a vague feeling that even domains couldn't stop this kind of gray-white wheel of light.
What on earth could be so terrifying?
The shock deep in his heart startled Ning Cheng awake, and he looked up to see the Time Hall's gate still shimmering in three colors. Suddenly, he turned around, raised his hand to cast several profound trajectories, and then slashed outward.
