C857 Thousand Silk Hands

Wind Walker casually tore open a hole in the spatial zone, causing a spatial crack to appear.

Gu Ning looked into the spatial crack. It was dark and twisted. There was a tunnel that extended to an unknown length, but there was a strong sense of sadness coming from it.

"This is?" Gu Ning asked.

"Spatial Shift of the Nether Prison." Wind Walker sighed