"Father! Don't you remember anything?" Lin Zifeng knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with longing. But no matter how much he pleaded, the other party seemed to have no awareness at all.
He was merely a Demon Nature Holy War, not a true Holy War. All consciousness was gone. In his subconscious, only slaughter was the meaning of survival!
Suddenly! The Demon Nature Holy War turned, and instead of attacking Lin Zifeng, he turned around and began walking step by step deeper into the Dark Prison.
"?" Lin Zifeng was bewildered, not knowing why his father would continue heading deeper. Could it be that his true body was indeed in the depths of the Dark Prison?
