Xuanxing still doesn’t know what happened. Those scattered immortals and demons fought until they appeared in this strange place, which is just a few breathing things.
"Brother, what’s going on? How did we get here?" Xuanxing asked to dry shafts around him. See a bloody broken hand in the dry shaft, pull out a ring of middle finger, and then throw away the bloody broken hand directly with a frown. "This is the clear empty cases of owners might be inside"…