C420 A Thought Becomes a Devil

"No. . . !"

"My body, my body!!"

Hsing Wuming roared madly, his face full of pain.

He sat on the ground dejectedly, feeling as if he had experienced thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years. His long hair fell down and turned silver. The blood and flesh on his arms quickly shrank and dried up, instantly turning into a pair of old hands