The pressure spread around like surging tides, making Zhou Qing unable to breathe, nearly fainting.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each time the gigantic black heart thumped, Zhou Qing's heart synched with its beat, and then a large mouthful of blood spewed out.
He immediately knelt on one knee, tightly clutching his chest, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
Creaaak—
At this moment, a low sound echoed.
With difficulty, Zhou Qing raised his head and saw a coffin under a tree in the distance, slightly trembling, followed by the slow movement of the stone coffin lid.
The friction sound between the heavy stone and the coffin resonated like muffled thunder in his ears.
Immediately, he seemed to see a swirl of green mist emanating from within, then his vision went black.
When he opened his eyes again, he had transformed into a floating red sphere outside.
"What was that?" If he had a physical form, Zhou Qing would definitely be gasping for air now, with a face full of lingering fear.
