C387 Emotional

The eighteenth floor of the Necropolis of the Gods seemed to have turned into an ocean of earthen yellow elements, while Lin Feng simply floated there with his eyes closed, as waves of pressure emitted from his body. Bei Lute and Qing Huo were watching the scene attentively from afar.

Within Lin Feng's sea of consciousness.

His main body, wind, water, fire, lightning, life, death, fate