Asura had entered the Ancient Ruins!?
Yet when Mu Fan tried his best to see clearly, he could no longer make anything out.
The world before his eyes began to blur in waves.
It was like when a battery was about to run out.
Fragmented images began flashing before his eyes.
At this moment, it felt as though he was dreaming rather than witnessing the clear scenes from before.
His vision was pitch-black—not the darkness of a dimly lit state, but the darkness of a light-forbidden domain.
Mu Fan could only hear Qi's frustrated voice by his ear:
"The Ancient Ruins do not absorb living organisms."
"Of the two-layered regions, I came out, but the Great Central Emperor was sucked into the inner region."
"I, Aga Asura Qi, survived. As expected, no one can take my life."
"Many against one?"
"I just couldn't stand watching it."
"What is my name? My name is Qi."
"Asura, I will find you another blade."
"Powerful warrior, please allow us to forge a weapon for you."
"Fine. My mecha uses a blade—the kind of sharp blade that can cut through everything."
This time, Qi's voice was bright and hearty, yet Mu Fan could hear the weathered vicissitudes of someone who had seen much of the world within it.
One vague, hazy fragment after another came through. Finally, a pitch-black vortex appeared before Mu Fan, drawing all his consciousness into it.
His head felt as though it were splitting apart!
Mu Fan only felt muddled and heavy-headed, but the view before him gradually cleared.
Looking down at his palms and checking them repeatedly, he found that he had returned to reality.
It was just that his thoughts had yet to completely break free from the scenes he had