The world felt like an abyss, the night was deeply shrouded.
No daylight, the eternal theme of Yewu World. Especially after leaving the city areas, most of the wild regions are as black as ink.
Qin Ming's heart was as gloomy as this night.
Who had set their sights on him? It's been over twenty days, yet they haven't given up.
That cold aura, like the shadow of a demon crawling out of Hell, lingered around him, unwilling to leave, causing his heart to tremble.
He moved away silently, not daring to use much mana.
Qin Ming was certain that he was being watched by a terrifying giant creature, and the feeling was extremely dismal.
Not long ago, he was still a renowned Great Saint, receiving various hospitality in Yao Guang City amidst constant social engagements, standing in brilliantly lit places.
