Li Yan lightly waved his hand, and Zuo Qiudan, who had been lying on the ground, was lifted by an invisible force. The next moment, he was sitting upright.
Zuo Qiudan struggled to calm his violently pounding heart. His entire body was weak, and after sitting up, he happened to be facing Li Yan. He merely stared coldly at him.
At the same time, he clearly saw his surroundings. Not only was the spiritual energy here exceptionally rich, it seemed to be pure earth spiritual energy.
His legs were stretched straight out as he sat on a lush green lawn by a river. To his right, a long river wound around the mountains, while a great mountain stood behind him.
The temperature here was pleasant. It was no longer the place of perpetual darkness and foul-smelling swamp where he had been held. He was even wearing a clean azure robe.
The other party had truly gone to great pains to obtain what he wanted.
His sea of consciousness ached terribly, so Zuo Qiudan believed that beneath these clean clothes, there were surely still bloody holes all over his body. Even the bloody hole atop his head likely remained.
The other party had merely used a technique to stop those vicious things from devouring and writhing. After keeping him alive and tormenting him for so long, he was now trying this again.
And this time, he had actually taken the form of that Phantom Sect disciple whom he had only met a few times. He knew who this person was—his good friend's disciple!
Did the other party think that, after using people he knew best to deceive him several times and being exposed each time, he could now use someone Zuo Qiudan did not know so well to fool him?
That