Song Zhong swore that he truly was not afraid of the dark.
He was already a third-layer Venerable. How could he possibly fear the dark?
It was just that the entire world had suddenly gone dark, the kind of darkness where nothing could be seen. Anyone would have some reaction.
His hand instinctively reached forward and grabbed.
At once, an exceptionally tender, silky-smooth sensation came through his fingers.
Wait... Wu Qingqing? That Half-Step Immortal Lord?
In an instant, four words popped into his mind: soft as though boneless.
He had always scoffed at that phrase.
Boneless? How could a hand possibly have no bones?
But now, he truly believed it. It felt slick, tender, and soft, as if a light pinch could squeeze water from it.
Song Zhong instinctively stroked it again, feeling puzzled. Logically speaking, a Half-Step True Monarch's physical body had to be tougher than his.
Forget ordinary blades being unable to cut through it, forget being hard as stone.
Even a Divine Weapon might not necessarily be able to pierce her skin.
Yet such a sturdy body was also this smooth and tender.
Wu Qingqing suddenly felt her jade-like hand enclosed by a large hand. She almost instinctively released the Immortal Qi within her body, but in the next moment, she forcibly stopped it.
This was... Song Zhong.
The benefactor who had saved her...
Fortunately, in the next instant, the entire sky suddenly cleared.
At the same time, a tremendous boom rang out in the distance.
Song Zhong turned to look, only to discover that in the direction from which he had come, the void had completely split open with a crack. At the same time, the phantom of an enormous fissure emerged in midair.
The next moment, another tremendous boom came from another world.
In another