C588 Wang Yao Died

Lin Yaoyang had swung his iron pickaxe behind him, but it was clear he hadn't made contact with anything. A sense of shock washed over him. What was this entity? Invisible, intangible? It was almost too astonishing to comprehend.

Sitting cross-legged, Lin Yaoyang was lost in thought, his mind a whirlpool of confusion. As he pondered, a headache began to throb