C620 Meeting

On the huge limestone, Chen Hao sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. His hands formed a strange charm, and the cosmic energy surrounded his body. Strangely, it did not enter his body. Instead, it rose and fell as he breathed in and out. It was as if the surrounding cosmic energy was being controlled by him.

"Wasteland Sea Art, disperse!"

Chen Hao's eyes suddenly opened