Bab 1265: No Ferrying Vessels

Therefore, if his consciousness was sucked into the white whirlpool in the depths of the Ancient Dream Saintess' eyes, he would not be able to escape.

Meng Chao tried his best to remain extremely vigilant, not allowing himself to sink too deep.

He was like a falcon shuttling through the fog, trying to see the ground thousands of meters below through the gaps in the fog.

However, he had to be careful. He absolutely could not be swallowed by the dark clouds. They were disguised as the dense fog and were flashing with lightning as well as thunder.

Soon, Meng Chao felt a strong repulsive force.

It was as if invisible strange hands were stretched out from all directions, trying to push him out.

The bone-piercing pain was like a red-hot steel needle stirring in his brain.

It was the defense and counterattack launched by "Jackal" Kanus against his prying eyes.