"Dark Realm?" Chen Xing recognized the world beyond the fissure instantly, having visited it numerous times, too familiar especially with that twisted will, an aura of pessimism only the Dark Realm could emit.
But why would a portal to the Dark Realm appear here?
The world is so vast, Chen Xing didn't think it was a coincidence.
His gaze inadvertently fell on Sìxiàng, could it be that it was here for Sìxiàng?
Behind the nearly six-foot crack, suddenly, an eye filled with bloodshot veins jammed all the space.
The eye stared fixedly at Sìxiàng.
"Let me take a look."
The chaotic and hoarse voice, like overlapping high pitches, layered one after another from behind the fissure, reverberating powerfully in the valley.
"It's this guy." Shadow recognized the thing behind the crack, its tentacles slightly quivering, a bit troublesome.
However, it remembered that this guy seemed to have had its head chopped off by Lord Adjudicator, right?
