When he finally couldn't hold on any longer, he suddenly slammed on the brakes.
His body seemed to be ablaze, with the Spiritual Fire on his forehead flickering as if it wanted to leap out, yet suppressed by something.
Chu Chengfeng hadn't expected things to be this severe.
Nor had he anticipated that the consciousness of Chu Chengfeng, living in this era, would be so tenacious.
At a moment when he was completely unguarded, it began to bite madly.
At this point, a fierce fight is inevitable.
Chu Chengfeng's expression gradually turned cold, filled with murderous intent, yet carrying a desire for liberation.
If the heat on his body were tangible, his clothes would have been burned by now.
Chu Chengfeng opened the car door, staggering through the snow-covered fields.
In the winter, the northern land was truly winter, covered by snow and devoid of everything.
He had been to the south; by this time, the south was already lush and green.
