A face of utmost terror!
Jiang Wang's vision suddenly darkened.
It was as if he had returned to the rundown temple of yesteryears, huddled under the incense table, tormented by severe illness, in a muddled state, nearly glimpsing the figures of Black and White Impermanence! The sound of clashing and banging in his ears, was it the fierce battle of the powerful from other countries? Every bone and limb was in pain, was it also experiencing the slaughter like that between the Barbarian Clan and the Touch Clan?
At this moment, a sliver of light pierced the gloom, akin to dawn breaking the night sky.
Jiang Wang's eyes came alive at that moment.
