C833 Humiliations from the Pulse Condensation Period
The space above Chu Yan's head, seemed to freeze at this moment.
It was like a huge sponge, hanging in midair, desperately absorbing water.
The more he absorbed, the heavier it became.
It's right on top of your head, and it makes you feel like a disaster is about to befall you.
"Die."
The celestial mood stage in the air faintly spat out a single word
