When Li Huowang climbed out of the well, he suddenly froze. Why was it dark again?
He looked up at the sky and saw that the sun of Da Qi was even more fractured than before. Now, its shape was just a rough outline, eaten away by the encroaching darkness.
Suddenly, from an immense distance, Li Huowang felt a gaze upon him. His mouth opened involuntarily, and he began to cough, the sound slowly transforming into the cry of a crane. "God Yu'er!"
Tense all over, Li Huowang drew his Spinal Bone Sword and swung it hard, diving through the rift at blinding speed. Once he was back in Da Liang, he finally had a moment to pop his dislocated jaw back into place.
Drenched in a cold sweat, Li Huowang knew exactly what was happening—the disaster of Da Qi was about to start again.
The last disaster had dragged on for so long. Li Huowang didn't know if this one would wipe out all the remaining survivors.
