"Indeed, I've fallen into an illusion!"
Ning Fan suddenly looked up at the sky, which was now intact unlike the shattered appearance he saw before.
The sky isn't the same as before!
The color of the sky is not azure, but red! Like the color of flesh and blood! As the sky contracts and writhes, it resembles an animal's esophagus, writhing in an extremely bizarre manner!
The writhing of the sky caused large waves of acid fog to wildly sweep towards Ning Fan from all directions.
Ning Fan didn't know what supernatural ability this acid fog possessed, yet he could sense a deadly danger. This acid fog is too strong! Even a Quasi-Saint would instantly dissolve into blood water upon contact! This technique is not something he can withstand!
Death awaits!
"Xuelingzi, with your mere three cycles of reincarnation at the Initial Saint cultivation, you are not qualified to make my master act! Get lost!"
