"Yes, that Thunderbolt!"
Ling Feng suddenly woke up, recalling everything that had happened before, but his consciousness seemed to be imprisoned here.
It resembled a starry sky; he could only see the surging Xinghe and a terrifying Thunder Fierce Beast tearing apart the world.
Besides that, there were four streams of air, each carrying a familiar aura.
Blood Demon Hand!
Shura Chef Saint!
Xiao Xiao'er!
Elizabeth!
"Seems like I made the right gamble. At least, I didn't die immediately!"
Ling Feng gradually calmed down. He must have suffered a critical injury, but because of the timely intervention of the Shura Chef Saint and others, coupled with the unique nature of his physique, he managed to cling to life.
This starry sky was probably his Consciousness Space.
However, because his injuries were too severe, his entire Consciousness Space was extremely illusory and fragile, seemingly on the verge of collapsing at any moment.
