629. King

The mountain seemed to tilt like the end of the world.

As Xia Feng looked up, everything around him, the swirling flames and clouds and the vibrations of space, suddenly came to a halt.

The world fell into a time freeze.

Light came from the east.

This was Mu Qingtong's first time entering a photon form, and the flow of time in the world seemed so slow to her.

A distance of ten thousand meters was just a thought away, arriving in an instant.

The finely shimmering photonic fluid instantly reached above the clouds, traversing dense and bizarre characters.

After swirling around a line of gibberish characters a few times, it descended swiftly, appearing in front of Mr. Xia.

The auburn-haired woman was held tightly in Mr. Xia's arms, her cold face furrowing with tension, buried deeply in the hollow of his neck, and her red lips slightly brushed against Mr. Xia's pronounced Adam's apple.