"I died a long time ago?" Gao Ming chuckled helplessly. He was about to speak when various thoughts flashed through his mind.
Indeed, he had died many times, but each time he would come back anew, so he wasn't sure how to respond.
"What does it matter whether I'm alive or dead? The important thing is that I am back now." The Ghost Pattern of the Blood City on Gao Ming's body was dazzling and glaring: "I brought them back with me."
Fu Shu stiffened his neck: "You can't possibly come out. That city was forgotten in the depths of the Black Mist, guarded by an unspeakable presence."
"You don't believe the facts right before your eyes?" Gao Ming shook his head. He didn't have so many concerns and spoke directly: "What happened in Hanhai back then? Why did you say it was repeatedly annihilated?"
