The world before him turned into an apocalyptic scene in an instant.
A sense of destruction quietly emerged in his mind.
Just as Chen Ping felt inexplicable shock, he suddenly understood what time period it was, and realized what battle this scene represented.
The pitch-black mist just began to spread in all directions.
In the distant sky, golden light suddenly erupted, akin to the sunrise in the east.
A small black shadow appeared with a rumble from the depths of the void, getting closer, surrounded by countless multicolored thunder lights, gradually forming a sea of thunder, making the shadow appear extremely majestic.
Chen Ping looked through Yu Xiao's eyes.
He saw that it was a nine-layered pagoda.
With the appearance of the pagoda, frantic clawed hands and long horns in the ground crevices struggled madly, their roaring deafening.
All those around, both human and beast, suddenly exploded into blood mist.
He or it was desperately trying to break free.
