C1210 Thunder Strike.

But other than that, everything was pitch black. It was so dark that one could not even see their own fingers, and even their own eyes seemed to be swallowed up.

Pang Jian, Fei Chen, and Shi Tong stood in front of the old tree and stared at it. The blazing multicolored mist illuminated the three people's faces.

At this moment, Zhong Weiming, who was behind them