The biting wind of the Return to Void Sea Eye swirled with the scent of iron and blood, scraping against the cheek like cold sandpaper. Chen Mo's fingers did not actually touch the sword scar deeply carved into the cold chain, but the faint trace of Delusion-Breaking Sword Intent condensed at his fingertips was like a spark dropped into boiling oil!
Hum—!!!
Deep within his Sea of Consciousness, an extreme, icy loneliness burst open!
Chapter 95