A Strong Current

Inside the fantasy space mirrors, Batum's voice weakened. The God Lord and Ming Hao had joined hands to kill him. Batum couldn't get out with his body.

Indeed, when the scream from the mirrors ceased, Batum's soul altar flew out like a breeze of wind, trying to escape.

Shi Yan's black hole was hovering by the light curtain and waiting for him patiently. A soul-sucking force came. Batum's soul struggled hard but he couldn't escape. Following Yerbugh and the others, he was dragged into the black hole.

Almost at the same time, the water pond that Ling Mei's power had created froze as the icy energy intruded.

Inside the water pond, Ling Mei was a beautiful ice sculpture, locked in the pond. From a distance, it looked like she was sealed in a world of ice where only the beauty of the coldness was exposed.

Ling Mei's breathing slowly subsided. Her gloomy eyes looked at Shi Yan from a distance as she tried to shake her head.