Xu Pingfeng's body glowed with a clear light, and after a few flashes, he passed through the dark sea and saw the Rift Valley.
He was wearing a robe as thin as a cicada's wing. It wrapped around Xu Pingfeng like a layer of mucus, allowing the Warlock in white, whose primordial spirit was on the verge of dissipating, to breathe freely underwater. At the same time, it kept the terrifying water pressure outside.
Water-proof clothes!
Warlocks had no lack of magic tools. They could adapt to all kinds of environments and would never have any shortcomings.
Even if there were, he would continue to spend money to refine weapons.
On the dark ocean floor, the waves rippled. The Grand Canyon was like a monster's bloody mouth, waiting for lost fish to walk into the net.
Xu Pingfeng opened his palm and looked at the White scale. According to the scale, " Emperor Bai " was below.