Scattered spirit?
Feng Jingtian's hand trembled slightly.
No!
He must not let his spirit scatter!
Otherwise, he would completely disappear from the world, never to have the chance to look at her again...
Suddenly, a figure in white fell from the void, blocking his front. In an instant, Feng Jingtian's pupils contracted, but soon relaxed.
It must be another illusion.
Since he was sent to the Eighteen Layers of Purgatory, he had experienced this illusion countless times. After all, she could never be in this place...
Feng Jingtian bitterly smiled, reluctant to move his gaze, fearing even the illusion would vanish...
"Feng Jingtian, I finally found you."
The calm voice no longer had its previous tranquility, echoing in Feng Jingtian's ear.
"This time, it's not only an illusion but also an auditory hallucination." Bitterness spread across Feng Jingtian's lips.
Even if she knew about the Eighteen Layers of Hell, why would she come for him?
