Gu Jianlin felt the world collapsing, the time and space behind him shattering like a fragile mirror, a massive black hole releasing terrifying attraction, as if wanting to devour him.
The terrifying gravity seemed to pull time to an interminably long stretch.
It also allowed him to see clearly everything happening in front of him.
When the man enveloped in black mist appeared, this world was torn apart by the giant Black Qilin, with a rolling black mist behind it, as if a sea of death, at the end of which stood a pitch-black throne.
"Qilin."
Candle Dragon Venerable lifted his eerie and alluring blood-red vertical pupils, no longer mocking and playful as before, a towering killing intent roaring like a bloody storm, evidently taking the stance of facing a life-and-death enemy.
The ancient and majestic blood-red Ancient Dragon soared into the sky, its Dragon Roar piercing through heaven and earth.
In an instant, the beautiful girl vanished without a trace.
