The Great Heavenly Dog had already been torn to pieces by something, drifting into the mist like a fairy scattering flower petals.
Soon after, that strange crack also began to close up.
It was like a wound, healing rapidly.
Duan Yun raised his blade, wanting to pry it open, but found it extremely difficult.
In the blink of an eye, the crack had completely closed, and that world, like the Yaochi Immortal Palace, disappeared from Duan Yun's sight.
The sensation that was both ethereal and terribly frightening also dissipated with it.
Only now did Duan Yun realize his back was drenched in cold sweat.
Just now, peering through the crack, he had felt an overwhelming sense of presence, as if alongside the Great Heavenly Dog being torn apart, he too was being shredded.
The Great Heavenly Dog was very strong.
One could say it was among the strongest opponents he had ever faced.
Yet, just now, she was torn apart so easily, as simply as tearing paper.
What in the world was in there?
