Blue, a vast expanse of azure.
The sound of tides is in my ears, the coolness of water vapor in my nostrils, and my skin is covered with a sticky feeling, like clothes that can't dry in the damp monsoon, sticking to my slightly sweating body, turning me into a half-sticky, half-unsticky mouse trap.
Thick fog spreads out.
The entire blood-colored world is filled with a terrifying humidity, so dense that the air has acquired tangible attachments, allowing the swarming blood line worms to find a foothold, ascending from the earth's mist.
Zhang Longxiang stood up, striving to close off his five senses, approached the Lion King, guarding his sides, and smashed the worm tide apart.
"What's he doing?"
Ge Zu didn't understand Liang Qu's actions, suddenly entering meditation, trying to make a "breakthrough in battle"? Yet there was, indeed, a peculiar aura about it.
"Position Fruit, it's the Promotion of Position Fruit!" Xin Daxi was dumbfounded.
