Fang Yu held the Dragon Roar Sword, continuing forward.
A gentle breeze swayed.
He couldn't remember how many years he had spent in this slow-turning space.
He could only vaguely recall a bit of time.
A jiazi, around sixty years.
How many sixty years does a life have?
What surprised Fang Yu was...
The Divine Dragon Technique in this slow-turning space, could maintain his life force.
In other words... in this kind of space, as long as he didn't encounter fatal injuries, he was immortal!
In the slow-turning Secret Realm, Fang Yu walked for half a day.
Ahead, the sky was densely covered with dark clouds, looking as if it was going to rain.
The rolling dark clouds were suffocating.
A flash of lightning streaked through the black clouds.
A fleeting blue light flashed.
Buzz!
The Dragon Roar Sword seemed very excited.
"Behave, don't move recklessly, otherwise, I will use the Dragon Roar Sword to skewer wild beasts for barbecue next time!"
