After experiencing great ups and downs, Xu Fan silently lifted his head to glance out the window. The sky remained dark, but the first hints of dawn were appearing on the horizon, with about an hour left until sunrise.
Xu Fan quietly got up, sat on the chair, and placed his hands on the table, which still trembled slightly.
This wasn't the closest Xu Fan had ever been to death, but it was by far the most thrilling!
Previously, whether at the base, in the ruins, at the Buddhist Sect, or facing the Qing Niao Flying Sword, Xu Fan had always faced the danger of death, shrouded by a huge shadow, but Xu Fan always had a plan!
But this time, Xu Fan was truly caught off guard! In the end, he almost closed his eyes and awaited death!
Although both his Spiritual Power and Divine Sense had broken through, bringing a joyous outcome, Xu Fan's expression remained stern. This kind of breakthrough, where fate was not in his hands but handed over to the heavens, did not bring him joy.
