The cold and darkness arrived, Shi Hao was sealed, trapped in a void prison, unable to find a way back, seeing no end, his eyes filled only with eternal loneliness.
At this moment, he awoke from his trance, yet it was such a crisis, how could he possibly escape?
"Break!"
He gave his all, furiously attacking, trying to carve out a path back to the real world, but this place was hard to shake, terrifying.
This place was unknown, mysterious, all past events seemed eternally lost, it was hard to tear open, an unbreakable dungeon.
"Kill!"
Shi Hao raised his hand, formed a Dharma Seal, and used the Hand of the Heavens, hoping to strike out, but failed again and again.
"How can it be like this?" Moreover, he found the surroundings grew darker, he could see nothing.
Additionally, his Primordial Spirit was being consumed, without replenishment, if it continued like this, it would inevitably be annihilated and dispersed entirely, he would be erased from the world.
