C291 The Source of Evil

There's really not much time left.

Ling Chi looked anxious, and the anxiety in his heart was indescribable. Traces of blood carried a strange Qi as it flowed down his body, but Ling Chi did not care about those bleeding wounds. Now, even if it was one-thousandth of a second, it still represented a trace of life.

Time was life. At this moment, it was explained so thoroughly.

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