"After that, I drifted again in the star domain. Later, I did not even know how much time had passed before I was once again temporarily sealed by some powerful strength. After that, I could no longer perceive the situation of the outside world, and even the connection between me and the main consciousness was completely severed."
"Later on, every once in a while, someone would be thrown into this space, and I survived by devouring their will."
When Zane thought of these miserable thousands of years, he immediately felt a wave of desolation.
A dignified Evil God, reduced to this point—if word spread, he would have no face left to meet anyone.
Zane had bitterness he could not voice.
Fang Heng looked at Zane, summed up the information he had just received, and asked, "You mean you were being raised in captivity?"
Zane immediately pulled a long face, thinking to himself, couldn't he put it in a nicer way?
What else could he do? He was desperate as well.
