Drip! Drip! Drip...
Su Yie's consciousness slowly returned, and various memories surged from the depths of his mind. He struggled to open his eyes, only to feel as though every bone in his body was shattered, and his muscles ached as if they were torn.
He found himself lying face-down on the damp muddy ground, surrounded by pitch darkness, as many droplets of water fell from above, landing on him.
He cursed silently to himself, wondering why his luck had been so bad lately, always fainting?
The scene upon waking up from fainting was always so similar.
"You finally woke up."
Feng Long softly said in Su Yie's mind, his tone somewhat complex.
Su Yie then pondered who the mysterious assailant was, could it be Di Jun?
Impossible!
The person intended to kill him along with Eastern Emperor Taiyi. Di Jun would not do such a thing.
"That person's cultivation is very strong, even stronger than the Flame Prison Demoness, but he did not kill you, which is strange."
