Chapitre 2045: 2045 is actually him!

Before she could react, the four silver-robed priests chose to self-destruct, and she couldn't even escape in time. She could only scream.

Ling Chuxi had also heard e Shulan's scream. She could not wait for this woman with an extreme temperament to be shaken to death, but she had no interest in being buried with her.

A powerful yet extremely chaotic airflow engulfed the few of them in the blink of an eye, and dust and sand filled the sky like dark clouds.

Under the tremendous force, Ling Chuxi broke away from Huangfu qingjue's embrace. She was like a small boat in the wind and rain, helplessly rolling around. Their fingers were still tightly intertwined.

Time, space, and his mind were all in a mess. Only the pain from his body was still clear.

Finally, a ray of sunlight appeared in front of him. It was a little dark, but it was so bright now.