The Void, a crevice between dimensions, a giant barren land floating in the Void, filled with nothing but bare giant rocks.
Suddenly, a trembling hand appeared on one of the giant rocks, followed by a ragged sleeve attached to the arm.
Finally, the owner of the trembling hand, after what seemed like endless struggles, managed to climb onto the giant rock, lying on it like a dead dog—Tai Yinzi.
The afro wig was gone—who knows how many Void Primordial Demons he encountered before it was snatched away.
Does the Black Soul need to breathe?
Of course not, the Black Soul doesn't even need food... Heaven knows why Tai Yinzi was gasping for breath at this moment?
"Scared the hell out of me; if I had known it would be like this, I would never agree to the master's request, even if it kills me, to come to this godforsaken place!"
