When Mu Chen woke up in the morning, his mind was still somewhat confused. If it wasn’t for the black paper’s purple mandala flower within his aura sea and the trapped Nine Nether Bird, he would have thought that what had happened last night was all a dream.
“Damn beast.”
Mu Chen gradually accepted the situation after a long time. He fiercely rubbed his face and cursed furiously. Although the Nine Nether Bird was caged by the mysterious black paper, he still felt uneasy. After all, the Nine Nether Bird was too powerful. It may be extremely weak right now, but what would he do if the mysterious black paper could not stop it after the Nine Nether Bird had recovered its strength in the future?
This thing that was left within his body was like an unstable bomb. It could turn him completely helpless at any time.
