These were fragments of illusions, existing in all future possibilities and causes and effects.
He vaguely saw scenes of Gui Tao's people massacring Mystery Valley.
The mountain gate was haunted, Gui Qi swirling around.
Disciples with pitch-black eyes turned into Walking Dead, killing each other…
A complete annihilation!
True Man Situ felt a chill of fear.
In the face of such overwhelming Tricky Calculation and obliteration of vitality, even ten Qiankun Clear Light Lamps would prove futile…
True Man Situ glanced again at the weak, life-fading Mr. Zhuang and heaved a deep sigh.
In this world, if someone could indeed contend with Gui Tao, then perhaps only Mr. Zhuang, sharing the same origin and possessing extraordinary talent, could…
"Let's take a gamble…"
Although he might not live to see that day, he still wanted to ensure the future welfare and favorable fate for the descendants of Mystery Valley…
"Alright!" True Man Situ nodded and said, "I agree with you."
