Gu Jianlin lifted his blood-colored vertical pupils, the blood-red mist surrounded him like souls submitting to him.
He felt as if his nerves had been severed and then instantly resurrected, the immense spirituality pouring out during this process like molten lava, boiling with it, making his scorching blood flow faster.
In his vertical pupils, the torn void was reflected, and the black-robed woman who walked out of the black hole.
That kind of gaze was indifferent yet curious, as if overlooking ants.
Thump, thump.
A dull heartbeat sounded in the silence.
Tang Yun warily supported herself, her eyes abruptly changed: "What sound is that?"
Ying Changsheng held her shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Don't panic, it seems to be the heartbeat of the Qilin."
They were all taken aback, this dull thunderous sound was as though an ancient beast from Ancient Times, or like the roar of one hundred thousand super-powered engines gathered together, shaking one's soul.
