In the dead of night, in the pitch-black chamber, an evil ghost grinds its teeth, the sound enveloped in a chilly mist.
In such a terrifying atmosphere, Qin Ming's hairs stood on end, as a chill seeped through his body.
He originally thought that everything had settled, the crisis completely dissipated.
Unexpectedly, this was not the end, but the beginning of a new crisis.
The claustrophobic space, chillingly cold, saw the emergence of an evil ghost.
Qin Ming appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was somewhat flustered; all the old monsters were gone, leaving him alone to face this sudden situation.
In an instant, his consciousness flared brightly, almost combusting.
Did the Outer Heaven creatures say that they never left? Could it be that the two had been sharing a chamber for a long time?
If that's the case, this terrifying pressure made one's heart tremble incessantly.
