Suddenly, Jiang Chen's ear slightly twitched. In the void, extremely faint air currents formed strange running trajectories, but under Jiang Chen's Divine Sense, they were vividly clear, emerging before him.
In the next moment, Jiang Chen's figure slightly shifted, from solid to void, like a ripple of water suddenly turning into nothingness in the void.
Right at the spot where Jiang Chen stood, a silver light fiercely swept past.
In that void, a brutal crack appeared, looking extremely glaring.
"Good kid!"
A low shout echoed in the void, evidently quite surprised at Jiang Chen's remarkably swift reaction speed.
This voice had a magnetic quality and revealed an extremely bohemian meaning. The person had not appeared, but it made one easily imagine what kind of person the owner of the voice might be.
