Thousand Lanterns City.
Surrounding and above, the dark void still lingered, but the vast and complex city had vanished without a trace, leaving behind only a calm expanse of water.
A black heart floated in mid-air, pulsing slowly. Wisps of white smoke drifted from the heart, slowly gathering into clusters.
After a while, a ghastly pale hand suddenly reached out, dispersing the white smoke, revealing Jin Er's form slowly emerging.
Yet now, his whole body was withered and diminutive, having aged to appear like a man in his seventies or eighties.
"Thirty years of cultivation, all lost in a single moment!"
"Lin Su!"
He gasped desperately for air, teeth clenched, fixing his eyes on the water beneath him.
Previously, when the opponent suddenly activated the Netherworld Ferry, he had no choice but to fight with all his might. He was certain that if he couldn't send Chen Mu into the dragon well first, Lin Su would dare to pull him into the Netherworld Ferry as well!
