C274 Wu Du

A faint glow shone from the monument. It was like a small whirlpool that swept Han Haoyu away. His figure went from deep to shallow and sank into the monument.

To a Saint, everything in the world could form a world. Such a method was naturally nothing difficult.

The scene in front of them changed. By the time Han Haoyu landed, the place he was in was already a stone forest of uneven heights