C60 Against the will of the Heavens

The ball of black fog looked at Wenn Jing coldly, its eyes full of hatred.

"Uncle... Uncle?!" Wenn Jing took a step forward and called out in a low voice. His voice echoed in the dungeon, light and trembling.

In that instant, he felt goosebumps all over his body. His back was covered in a layer of sweat, and his head was buzzing. He could not believe his eyes