"Huh?"
Song Yan's mind focused, and he split off a wisp of Divine Sense to meet the fourth falling giant stele, but his gaze was fixed on the several glowing small rings.
The fourth ring lit up… the fifth… the sixth… until the twelfth small ring lit up, Song Yan's consciousness in that space had already begun to blur, and his Divine Sense could no longer be divided.
He let the thirteenth ink-colored giant stele fall, blasting him out of the space.
"Hoo."
Song Yan breathed slightly, this feeling of death, even experiencing it again exactly the same, was still very difficult to remain calm and composed.
However, compared to the first time, this feeling was much better.
There were a total of seventeen light spots, corresponding to seventeen giant steles?
He sat cross-legged, slowly recovering his Spiritual Qi, constantly pondering in his heart.
If he could continuously cut down seventeen giant steles, what kind of change would there be?
