Chapter 1743

• There was eternal silence in the abyss of the west pole, and Ye Wuque's sorrowful cry to the limit turned into a response, spreading to extremely far places, and constantly echoing, shocking the dust and disturbing the cold.
• But no matter how Ye Wuque roared or called, he couldn't get any response, only the extremely strange silence in exchange!
• The half-kneeling void Ye Wuque's face hung down, hidden in the thick black hair. Tears seemed to drip down the void into the void. He couldn't see what he looked like now, but a breath of sadness overflowed from Ye Wuque's body. Come.