Zhao Hai's Little White House was not far from the city wall. From where he was, he could see the city wall. There were many bloodstains on the wall, all from the battle just now. Zhao Hai wanted to see if the God's descent light was so magical that it could really clear all the bloodstains. If it was so magical, then the God's descent light could really refresh.
Very quickly, the God's descent light began. A white light suddenly descended from the sky. This white light was too white. The moment the white light fell, Zhao Hai felt that his eyes had lost their function. His divine consciousness had lost its function as well. His divine consciousness could not extend out of the room. The world outside was a vast expanse of white. He could not see anything. This was really beyond Zhao Hai's expectations.
