For the past six months, Su Han hadn't moved once, and the sense of unease in his heart grew ever more intense.
Until this day, Little Qing was sitting in front of him, saying something, when suddenly the heavens and the earth darkened, the ground shook violently, and massive cracks began to appear, roaring like an earthquake.
The astonishing towering trees were torn apart inch by inch at this moment; the endless vines all snapped, the sky began to fracture, and a massive darkness emerged, as if the clear and boundless void was ushering in the apocalypse.
Countless wildmen began to scream, they soared into the air, but before they could stand firmly, their bodies burst with a bang, turning into blood mist.
Shrill screams and painful roars echoed, and everywhere Su Han's sight reached was filled with despair.
At this moment, the unease within Su Han finally reached its peak and began to erupt.
But he showed little expression, instead closing his eyes, unwilling to look.
