Hand It Over, The Spiritual Sword Chooses Its Owner (1)

Song Shi crossed his arms and looked unhappy.

He was unhappy, but Lu Youyou was smiling.

She was the classic case of gloating over others misfortune .

Song Shi turned around to observe the area outside the tea plantation. In the area where the Array Formation had not been broken, it looked foggy outside and was filled with miasma, obstructing one's vision.

When his thoughts probed over, it was destroyed by a corrosive power the moment he approached.

"The miasma is already so powerful. This is only a node that has been broken. The other Array Formations have not been broken at all. This feels like a parallel circuit. It's not affected by anything on the outside. But if you walk over, you'll probably die."

The blood on Song Shi's body squirmed and submerged him. It quickly spread to the periphery, forming a blood river.

The blood water squirmed and two identical him appeared. One of them walked forward.