The blood ape hangs upside down, the great dragon crouches low.
One looks upside down, the other looks right-side up, meeting in a swirl.
"Gulp!"
Adam's apple rolls, every hair stands on end, golden eyes tremble, almost unable to focus.
The ape's arm bends, silently applies force.
Clings to the Sky-piercing Pillar.
Liang Qu tightly clenches his five fingers, slowly retracting his upper body into the black hole, as if staying in the small space brings a greater sense of security.
This cave, absorbing a vast amount of Blood River water, from top to bottom, except the ends are lit, the middle is flat and pitch black, like a slender water pipe, like a plumber jumping into a pipe, in blue suspenders, with a big beard.
Staring blankly at this pitch-black world for a long time.
Thoughts empty.
Too shocked, a blank sheet like canvas, with a layer of oil film, paint falls off like little beads rolling away.
Don't know how long.
