When Li Huowang climbed out of the well, he suddenly froze. Why had it gotten dark again?
He looked up at the sky and discovered that the sun of Da Qi was even more broken than before; now there was only a rough outline left, almost completely devoured by darkness.
All of a sudden, Li Huowang sensed a piercing gaze from afar. His mouth opened against his will, and he started coughing, his voice shifting toward the call of a crane. "God Yu'er!"
Li Huowang, body taut as a bowstring, drew the Spinal Bone Sword and slashed hard, diving back in at breakneck speed. It was only after returning to Da Liang that he finally had the chance to pop his dislocated jaw back in place.
Drenched in cold sweat, Li Huowang perfectly understood what had just happened—another cataclysm was coming to Da Qi.
The last calamity had lasted this long; Li Huowang wondered if this time, it would finish off the rest of the survivors.
