Xu Fan could only feel a giant dark claw coming down towards him, it slashed through, tearing the space apart, and he himself seemed to be locked in, even his soul was trembling!
The next moment, he found himself torn to pieces.
Strangely enough, Xu Fan felt no pain at all, and there was no hatred in his heart towards the Black Dragon that tore him apart. The reason was simple, Xu Fan did not sense any murderous intent from the Black Dragon.
The surrounding space shifted, and when he opened his eyes again, Xu Fan was back inside the Ice Palace, still maintaining the posture of touching the black dragon scales; everything that had just happened felt like a dream.
"Too late…"
In his ears, a faint whisper proved that everything just now was not a dream!
Too late? What is too late?
Xu Fan gently patted his forehead, his mind felt as though it was stuffed with a lot of things, unbearable pain! It seemed like it was going to explode! Even the basic ability to think was lost.
