The Wretched Saint

"You're finally here?"

Xu Xiaoshou's mind jolted as the old voice sounded.

The scene in front of him finally became clear again.

However, apart from the vast expanse of whiteness, he could not find the location of the voice.

Even though his "Perception" had covered a large area, he still could not find anything.

"An old man."

"A voice that I've never heard of before."

"In other words, this is a stranger."

"If that's the case, why did he target me?"

"Moreover, from the tone of his voice, this guy must have abandoned the others and been waiting for my arrival..."

Xu Xiaoshou immediately deduced this information from this voice.

He was panicking.

What kind of powerhouse could pull his consciousness into another world without anyone noticing?

A higher void?

A demi-saint?

Xu Xiaoshou did not dare to think further.