The Source

This place was simply too peculiar. The giant grinding stone spun slowly, crushing even those so-called immortal saint bodies that could endure an impact from a meteorite. In the end, they were turned into pools of blood and disintegrated into energy.

Just what was the origin of this coarse grinding stone? It was unimaginable!

Naturally, Chu Feng couldn't care about so many things. He was currently being dragged in and was about to be dropped onto it. He truly felt that he had been too rash.

At first, he was protected by the stone box which prevented him from being crushed by the killing intent and saint blood outside of the city. But things were different now as he floated up against his will.

A certain power was moving the corpses in the city and him along with them. Everything was then thrown into the grinding stone.

"No!" Chu Feng cried out. He struggled with all his might at the juncture of life and death but to no avail.