The black horse galloped swiftly.
In the blink of an eye, over a hundred miles of road were left behind under the hooves.
When the two horses charged up a hill.
Fang Che suddenly felt his heart race.
He immediately reined in the horse.
With a solemn expression, he looked ahead.
The countless life-and-death battles in his past and present lives gave him, at this moment, an inexplicable pressure.
The dense falling snow ahead actually formed pressure from all directions, pressing towards his location.
Fang Che's gaze turned serious.
Up ahead, there's an enormous danger!
The entire world seemed like a massive prison!
This feeling even reminded Fang Che of that spear in his past life.
At the moment it appeared, there was no place for him to hide anywhere between heaven and earth!
Only death!
He finally understood why his mood had been off throughout this journey, where the inexplicable suppression came from!
"Ye Meng!"
