Meng Jing's Kiss
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Qin Yu tried. He found that it was indeed what Meng Jing had said.
The internal qi of the entire spatial teleportation formation was completely sealed. No matter how he tried, there was no sign of it activating.
The pressure in Qin Yu's divine soul increased again as time passed.
At this moment, Qin Yu was already feeling extremely strained. His divine soul would likely be pulled into the Nineteenth Prison soon as Meng Jing had said.
He did not dare to trust the woman, but he seemed to have no other choice.
"Tell me more about the Nineteenth Prison. What do I need to do to enter it?"