On Luye Island, at an altitude of 10,241 meters, within the stratospheric sky.
The dark clouds below rolled like tides, surging past, while the sky overhead was pitch-black, reflecting the primordial darkness of the universe in vast solemnity.
At this moment, Ji Jue sat high in the heavens, overlooking everything!
"This altitude—"
Ji Jue sighed lightly, "No matter how many times I see it, it's always so exhilarating."
"Ugh!"
A miserable voice came from his side, it was Lou Feng, who was already collapsed on the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, violently vomiting, with all the capillaries in his body ruptured.
Bleeding from seven orifices.
In just a few seconds, from the ground straight to the sky, Lou Feng was not like Ji Jue who had already merged with the construct of Ten Thousand Hands. He also had to mobilize the remaining spiritual reserves to satisfy Ji Jue's endless extravagance and consumption.
At this moment, he was convulsing on the hardened mercury.