To verify his conjecture, Fang Cheng once more cast his gaze toward the blood moon high in the sky.
A faint spiritual resonance came through, confirming his hypothesis.
The hint about the "feast of slaughter" reappeared.
The Inner World is evolving from a dead silent space of will into a complete world with a life cycle.
Although it is still weak now, only in its embryonic stage.
Yet this is undoubtedly a far-reaching transformation, containing unimaginably broad prospects for growth.
Fang Cheng raised his chin, a hint of excitement curved at the corner of his mouth.
He lifted his right hand, his palm facing toward the blood moon high in the sky.
His five fingers spread out, then suddenly clenched.
Buzz—
The fiercely suppressed masked will instantly responded, obediently releasing its accumulated immense energy.
Above the island, the airflow began to surge violently, and a fierce wind arose.
