As Zhang Chen walked through the desert, though an endless supply of World Power from his abdomen filled his entire body, his consciousness remained in an ethereal, unsettled state, unable to recognize itself within the void.
The bewildering imaginings within the void were the same for both the strong and the weak. Having lost their bodies and souls, consciousness entities exposed without anything external to rely on could only wander endlessly in the void.
If this continued, Xing Shi's Ghoul Stomach energy would run rampant within Zhang Chen's consciousness. There could only be two outcomes: either all the energy would leak away and disperse, or Zhang Chen's consciousness would completely collapse and explode under the influx of energy from an independent world.
At such a critical moment, on the other side of the dune Zhang Chen was wandering across, a man wrapped in a Black Windbreaker was walking toward him in step.
In theory, there should not have been any other undead within the void Yu Ming had absorbed. Of course, it was not impossible for beings whose souls had completely died during this period to arrive here.
Yet the man beneath the Black Windbreaker did not seem to be undead. He relied on the windbreaker and the power within it to shield himself from the void's erosion.
As their bodies passed one another, a charred arm rested on Zhang Chen's shoulder.
"Wake up, Zhang Chen."
A familiar voice pierced deep into Zhang Chen's consciousness, accompanied by flames that seemed to burn his heart. Zhang Chen's bewildered mind abruptly broke free from its dazed state.
As Zhang Chen regained consciousness and focused his gaze on the man beside him wrapped in a Black Windbreaker, he saw a scorched face hidden beneath the collar and completely dried, steaming eyeballs.
Recognizing the