The black card fell.
He caught it just in time.
Amidst the drifting fallen leaves, Chen Jing staggered to his feet, gave him a cold look, and rebuked, "Mind your own business? If I want to be soft, I'll be soft; if I want to be hard, I'll be hard!"
At the critical moment, this guy had still barged in.
An incessant nuisance!
But she had achieved her goal.
However, at this moment, she was slightly stunned.
The Martial God also looked up at the sky.
Because dawn had come.
The sky had been pitch black just moments ago, but now it was dusk; a dusky sunlight descended from the heavens, filtering through the leaves in strands, casting its light upon their faces.
The temperature had also changed abruptly.
Early spring in Linhai City was probably only about ten degrees.
But now, it felt scorching hot, at least thirty-five degrees or higher.
"What's going on?"
The Martial God asked.
"I didn't expect the Ruins of Time to be so magical."
