Within the Chaotic Void, Ni Yang's figure persistently moves forward in a specific direction.
Its body is already covered with wounds, blood spilling into the void, resembling a long, winding galaxy.
Solitude is the only melody in this space, the distortion of time and space can make anyone who rushes in lose their sense of direction, maybe you were just moving towards your goal, but in the next second, you might be going in the opposite direction.
Ni Yang persistently shuttles through this dead land, as if nothing can become its obstacle, even though the wounds on its body are continuously spreading with terrifying demonic aura, it has no intention of stopping at all.
At this moment, in Ni Yang's eyes, only that silhouette remains, that figure buried deep in its heart for countless years.
"Whoosh!"
A black shadow swiftly flashed by in front of it, a strong spiritual power pierced into Ni Yang's body like a sharp blade, immediately stagnating its momentum.
"Get lost!!"
