Various puzzles surged to his mind, but vanished in an instant.
Zhou Yan approached the Female War God. Her eyes still bore tears while her hands clutched the crystal tightly.
The severed arm of the Mechanical Clan confined this space tightly. The dark black hole, filled with an aura nearly at its destructive apex, opposed all energy in heaven and earth, brimming with the breath of death.
The closer Zhou Yan got, the more his soul felt like shattering under the immense pressure.
But he still walked forward.
The original form of the woman with a broken arm.
The original form of the blind woman.
The origin of the Lonely Sword Intent.
And the figure that was about to turn around but didn't.
All these merged with the woman in the red battle armor before him.
Who was she?
She seemed so familiar, yet so foreign.
Zhou Yan's hand gently touched the face of the woman in red battle armor, but the woman, nailed in the void, suddenly shattered.
