The world seemed to have died.
Only some broken walls and remnants surrounded him, looking like a palace destroyed by some force.
Within these dilapidated structures, Wu Xiaode did not sense any breath of life.
Suddenly.
A voice echoed in Wu Xiaode's ears:
"This is not where you should be, leave quickly."
Wu Xiaode was startled, slowly lowered his head to look, and saw an eye had opened on the Butterfly Soul Blade at his waist.
It was the Butterfly Soul Blade that had spoken!
"But I don't know how to leave, the curse seems to have teleported me to a place beyond my control."
Wu Xiaode gripped the fishing rod tightly as he spoke.
"It's too late," the urgency in Butterfly Soul's voice grew, "summon your strongest Concealing Skill, or it will all be over."
Wu Xiaode clenched his teeth.
In fact, everything around was filled with that insectile evil essence, and there were even presences far surpassing them.
