"Hiss!" Yuan Ye could not help groaning, but he could not see anything at all, and could not feel any power fluctuation. He only felt a sudden heartbreaking pain in his shoulder. The sword of almost conditional reflection has split the past, but it has not split anything at all.

the sword in his hand is still dripping blood. Geng Geng's mouth has a cruel sneer. "How about it? In a world without any perception, it's terrible. In my space power, all people's hearing and vision, even smell, are captured. This is a nameless hell. Only the creator of hell - me, can escape from it!" Geng Geng is facing...