"This is just too terrifying..."
The car crawled forward at a turtle's pace, affording an increasingly clear view of the white mist on the left, where it surged more than a hundred feet high, swaying, seething, and churning.
After nearly twenty minutes, the little car finally broke out of the thick mist. The driver visibly breathed a sigh of relief and plucked up his courage to look back, only to see half a gravestone exposed.
"The Ning Family? This is... right, right, these are the Ning Family's ancestral graves..."
The video stopped abruptly.
Ning Suifeng's face was as dark and still as water.
"Tonight, I'll go take a look at the ancestral graves."
Zuo Xiaoduo spent the entire afternoon sweating buckets as he trained hard. He had now moved into the tenfold Gravity Room, and after a vigorous bout of twisting, dodging, and leaping, he once again exhausted himself like a dead dog.
In the end, Qin Fangyang dragged him out of the Gravity Room with a frown and a gloomy face, then dumped him on the ground.
Qin Fangyang's mood over the past few days could truly be described as exceedingly foul.
He had been injured far too severely in the earlier battle. Even with his cultivation at Infant Transformation Peak, he had remained unconscious for seventeen whole hours before waking.
His injuries had been anything but light: all his internal organs were damaged, wounds covered his body, and a full fifty to sixty percent of his bones had shattered. Without special care, lifelong paralysis would have been unavoidable. But what sort of place was Star Shield Headquarters? What fine medicine did it lack? All manner of excellent medicines had been poured into him...
And then, the Infant Transformation Peak realm Qin Fangyang had been suppressing all along