Wu Li suddenly felt an extreme cold and urgency, like someone was gripping his heart and squeezing it tightly, with every cell in his body screaming 'run'! This kind of frantic alert from his sixth sense never went wrong. The last time he felt such deep horror was when the last strike of tribulation thunder of the Heavenly Tribulation was coming down. He thought he wouldn't endure it, thought that thousands of years of cultivation were about to be destroyed, thought that his soul would scatter, he was that despondent and that powerless to resist!
But what he was facing now was merely a teenager who hadn't even reached adulthood, so why was he experiencing the same feeling?
Before he had time to think further, his eyes caught a vague shadow flashing by.
It seemed to be in an instant, yet it also felt like a long time had passed before he heard a faint sound: "Zheng——"
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