The Curtain Begins
Time seemed to stop.
Kant's expression was wooden.
The pain of tearing his soul apart, the chaotic memory fragments in his mind, the failed hunting plan, and the escaped Tracy…Everything had already dissipated.
He looked at the vast and flowing purple river, which was filled with countless high-purity demonic gifts. It churned and flowed, corroding everything. Its origin was unknown, and its flow was unknown.
Ah Xing had fallen into the river just now.
All of this happened too quickly, and he didn't even come back to his senses.
It wasn't that his thinking had weakened, but that his brain refused to process such information.