In Yi Xiang's heart, the intense fear reached its limit, but after a moment, he found that he was still alive, not torn apart by the vigorous Qi that erupted from the Blade Madman's palm. His face instantly turned pale, and he almost couldn't stand, taking a step back and sitting on the ground, his chest heaving violently.
There is great terror between life and death.
He didn't know how much time had passed before he regained his senses. Looking around, he discovered that this place didn't resemble the terrain of Parthia at all. The jade mountains overlapped with greenery, and the birdsong was melodious. Parthia had no such scenery; it seemed more like the interior of the Great Qin. At this time, the Parthian region of the Western Regions was still quite cold, with only a hint of spring.
But here, it seemed like it was already entering summer.
His face was filled with confusion, and a strange thought appeared in his mind.
