Am I dead?
With this question in mind, Qian Cangyi's head fell into a large pit, among countless corpses and skulls.
But I'm still conscious.
This was Qian Cangyi's next thought.
I...
At this moment, Qian Cangyi remembered the road filled with impaled skulls on both sides. The skulls on the blood stick had gone mad with long-term torment, losing the most basic thinking ability of humans.
Of course, he also thought of that calm female skull.
Will I become like her? Or...
At this time, the sound of the corpse falling into the pit echoed, very dull, and incredibly despairing to Qian Cangyi.
There was absolutely no way to fight, it wasn't even on the same scale. He could only rely on…
Qian Cangyi hadn't forgotten what had happened when he'd fallen onto the Scarlet Blood Moon earlier.
