"Who art thou?"
In his perceptive vision, a majestic and profound female voice echoed in layers.
At that moment, Shao Zifeng seemed to understand what the divine might meant, losing control over himself and his perceptive vision under the immense pressure.
The void of the perceptive vision was clear at times, and blurry at others, seemingly on the verge of collapsing.
Shao Zifeng wanted to try communicating, but found he had even lost the ability to communicate mentally.
In the hazy mist, a long snake tail coiled, and then a female silhouette faintly appeared, the scene was quite shocking because the silhouette was so huge that even his perceptive vision couldn't entirely cover it.
Behind the mist, the figure seemed to have just awoken; she stood up, looking at Shao Zifeng, her bright eyes in the fog like the sun and moon piercing the void.
Under the gaze of those eyes, Shao Zifeng's spiritual power neared exhaustion, his spiritual form became faint.
"Ah."
