C621 The Cunning Ning Hu

Inside the spinning black hole, alternating streaks of black and white zipped past Zhang Yu's eyes, yet he was utterly detached from any sense of time and space.

Moreover, within this passageway, it seemed he was alone; not a single trace of the warriors who had ventured into the black hole before him could be found.

At that moment, Zhang Yu felt like a piece of duckweed adrift in a river