Xia Feng felt his consciousness being dragged, tumbling down layer by layer into the depths of the abyss.
Below the abyss was a sea formed by countless monstrous hands and fleshly limbs, from which faces of all shapes and life situations emerged, lips curled in the same uniform smile.
"Wake up."
A voice, ethereal and otherworldly, beckoned from beyond the ninth heaven.
A Clean Talisman surged into the back of Xia Feng's head, and he jolted awake, his dark pupils regaining their light, his cold and solemn gaze sweeping over the snowy plain.
"Swoosh—" The headless corpses on the snowfield moved swiftly, fleshly wings flapping as they converged toward the hill from all directions to encircle and attack.
These monsters were in the tens of thousands, endless and boundless, their roars shaking the heavens.
Xia Feng's head buzzed again, feeling as if his nerves were twitching, a strange sense of panic and despair inexplicably arising within him.
