Silhouette...
Wang Ye murmured when he saw that silhouette.
The silhouette gave a very illusory feeling.
It was as if Wang Ye truly saw the silhouette, but he also had the illusion, the sense of hallucination.
Moreover, for some reason, Wang Ye always felt that the silhouette struck by the golden lightning felt very familiar to him.
It seemed... to be Shi Heng.
Thinking of this, Wang Ye shook his head, halting his thoughts from earlier.
He must be hallucinating.
What he saw wasn't real.
After all, Shi Heng and others lived in an era ten thousand years ago.
Now, ten thousand years have already passed; Shi Heng and others must have turned into dust by now.
Under such circumstances, how could he possibly see Shi Heng?
But still...
What does the golden lightning mean?
...
Above.
That large golden lightning, upon touching Shi Heng's body, instantly seemed to transform into countless tendrils, rapidly spreading over Shi Heng's body.
