Li Yao was refreshed and crawled into the 'sand'.
Countless glittering streams, guided by the mental devil, congregated and created an illusionary picture.
They seemed to have entered a mottled ancient scroll, or they seemed to have snuck into someone's twisted dream. They could not see the clear and complete video, but they could capture the pieces of data and the human figures that seemed to be made of endless electric arcs.
"Jiang Xue, Jiang Xue!"
Li Yao seemed to hear the roars echoing in the sky from the center of the lightning-shrouded figure.
Even though it had been shattered and purged half a month ago, this passionate and sorrowful cry still pierced through Li Yao's soul, causing him to recall the first time he and Ding Lingdang parted in life and death.
Such intense emotions were hundreds of times more intense than the source of the virus. The man who seemed to be made of electric arcs must be Gao Huan!
