Zhao Feng’s heart moved. Looks like this was the name of this place.
The geniuses of the outside world obviously knew more information about here and there was more than one force in this so called ‘Purple Saint Ruins.’
“Let’s talk about the Purple Saint Ruins.”
Zhao Feng casually said as a whip made of lightning appeared in his hand.
In this prison made of mental energy, the passing of time was different. One breath here could mean hours or even half a day in the real world. It just depended on Zhao Feng’s mental energy level.
Furthermore, the God’s Spiritual Eye could allow Zhao Feng to use his Eye of Illusion to its full potential.
Qing Xiaoxue’s expression changed and seemed to guess Zhao Feng’s eye bloodline.
If she didn’t cooperate nicely and couldn’t break free of here, she would have to endure Zhao Feng’s limitless torture.
The pain in the mental energy dimension was ten times to a hundred times more painful than physical pain.
