"You... what are you trying to do!"
Inside the Celestial Net Prison, Cang Ji was engulfed in black flames, but at this moment, he dared not move an inch.
After a few seconds of regaining his composure, Cang Ji asked through gritted teeth.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Although Cang Ji was floating, the ground within a ten-mile radius below him began to collapse, with cracks spreading continuously.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Meanwhile, a piercing cold wind rose up, eventually gathering into a terrifying dragon tornado, breaking countless trees in half.
The entire battlefield was filled with raging winds, wails of ghosts and gods, creating a hellish scene, indescribably terrifying.
Cang Ji's veins bulged with rage, his skin crawling as if countless bugs were scurrying beneath.
Pain, anxiety!
Worry, heartache!
Cang Ji's current feelings were so complex that words could not express them.
For many years, Cang Ji had almost forgotten such a nearly desperate emotion.
