Fei Yan stunned slightly. In the next second, there was a huge explosion. The strong air flow blew him up, his body mixed with blood and water. Numerous rubbles rubbed past him like a blade cutting his shirt and tearing his skin.
The thick bloody smell filled every corner at this moment. The strong airflow made breathing difficult.
Fei Yan could only subconsciously clasp the ground under him so that he does not rush to a farther place.
What exactly happened?
Fei Yan's heart was beating wildly. He wanted to open his mouth and call Rong Ruo. But his lips, which had been corroded by the poisonous mist, were already stuck together. He opened his mouth a little, and the strong wind poured into his throat. It hurts.
The intense shock finally stopped after a long time.
Fei Yan groped up in the dark and sat halfway on the cold ground.
He could not feel it ...
Feel the breath of anyone.
