A terrible sense of tearing came. The cells, bones and flesh and blood of the whole body were reorganized. Yuan Fang fell into a coma again. He rolled his eyes, fell to the ground and twitched. White foam flowed out of his mouth.
"Er..."
Yuan Fang gave a low groan of pain.
Fortunately, he is now in a coma. If he is awake and his whole body tissues change so drastically, I'm afraid his spirit will collapse.
There was a slight spatial fluctuation in the void.
A black figure, suddenly ghosts generally appeared in the mudroom.
This is a tall and thin man, about 190 tall, dressed in a wide black robe. His face is wearing an odd white mask with two marble-sized eye holes. Two deep eyes are reflected from behind the mask.
In addition, in the center of the mask, there is also a fist-sized black word "Huang" printed with a small seal script, which has an ancient meaning. Between the strokes, there are vigorous and forceful.