Chapter 79
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The huge cocoon floated in the air, expanding and shrinking rhythmically as if it was breathing.
What was this? Why would something like this appear in Shirley's subconscious mind?
Zhang Jue stared at it for a long time, but he couldn't figure it out.
He looked around.
In fact, he had already noticed that this was an abandoned city. It was huge and could have housed hundreds of thousands of people in its heyday.
The altar beneath his feet was even more exquisite. Every step was carved with complex inscriptions. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a work of art.
A person's subconscious mind usually kept the things that left the deepest impression. Could it be that Shirley had seen this place before? Or had she been here before?
Then what was inside this huge cocoon in the middle of the altar?
Zhang Jue carefully approached it.
He watched as it breathed in and out.
With every step he took, Zhang Jue felt more and more pressure on him. It was as if a huge amount of energy was pouring out of the cocoon.
He could even see black gas spewing out of it.
Needless to say, the thing inside was not to be trifled with.
Was Shirley fighting against this thing?
Zhang Jue frowned.
If the thing inside came out, with his current strength, he would be killed instantly.
Zhang Jue was in a daze when he suddenly heard a rustling sound. It sounded like glass shattering.
He looked around and finally found that the outer shell of the cocoon was shattering. Black gas was spewing out of it.
"What the f * ck?!"
His worst fears came true.
A second ago, Zhang Jue was still wondering if he should fight to the death to free Shirley. A second later, the other party fulfilled Zhang Jue's request.
"Kacha, kacha, kacha —"
The fragments of the cocoon kept falling off. The black gas was getting thicker and thicker.
With no time to think, Zhang Jue took to his heels.
But it was too late.
The black gas quickly filled the entire altar. Zhang Jue felt that it was difficult to breathe.
The black aura took on all kinds of shapes and forms, constantly ravaging his body and mind.
Zhang Jue felt that his head was being eaten by countless insects. He knew that this was an illusion, but he couldn't resist it.
He wanted to call out to Cain, but he realized that he couldn't make any sound. All of his abilities were ineffective.
Soon, Zhang Jue's consciousness was drowned by the black gas.
…
There was a dead silence.
Zhang Jue didn't know where he was.
Was he alive or dead?
Was this hell or heaven?
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