C325

"Creak …" "Crack, crack, crack ~ ~ ~"

The air began to crack, bit by bit. That sound was so deafening that it seemed as if it was exploding, and it directly invaded the ears of everyone present.

"Chestnut …" "What's going on?"

Bai Qingyu loudly asked. His robes were puffed up by the wind, and his hair was crooked. His face was distorted from the wind.

"Purgatory is like an independent space