"Boom~"
A big hole was blasted out of the wall with words on it.
The gray silhouette lay motionless on the ground, as if blood was flowing on the floor.
Su Changxing frowned, realizing that the bullet had not been obstructed and passed straight through the gray silhouette.
A blue ball with stains on its surface bounced off the wall in the impact and then rolled to the ground, coming to rest next to the gray silhouette.
Dark mist swirled around the gray silhouette, belonging to some sort of memory collection, which seemed to form the gray silhouette.
These memories were in the form of dreams, and Su Changxing could directly manipulate them, especially after his promotion to Extreme Rank, making such abilities more intuitive, as if he was born with them.
In a short time, Su Changxing skimmed through these memory fragments. There were many people's memories, chaotic and disordered, very fragmented. Despite his strong spiritual power, he still felt dizzy.
