C189 Upper Air Source

Wang Zheng sat on the bed and gasped for breath, his face was pale white, cold sweat pouring down his face.

"Are you okay?" Liu Zijie floated to Wang Zheng's side and asked softly. He did not know what Wang Zheng experienced after he left, but when Wang Zheng came out of the terrifying tomb, he had turned pale white, and his entire body was heated up like a red-hot iron. More importantly