"Hey, Shimama, please reply... I can't bear the pressure here. If I stay here any longer, I will die."

"I'll just throw you over and that'll be it, right."

Shimama shook slightly and seemed to agree.

Zhang Ming took a deep breath, concentrated all his attention, and gently threw it in the direction of the small tree.

The black stone drew an arc and fell near the small tree.

Zhang Ming heard the stone rolling again, and the sound was very clear.

"I'm leaving, it's up to you."

He didn't dare to look inside, so he took a few steps back and exited the huge building.

Then, Zhang Ming heard a spiritual language that was so vast that it was unimaginable, and he made an announcement in all directions!

"The North Pole, Xuanwu, has a lifespan of 1,210,431 years, and is destined to the Xuanwu Breathing Technique. He was worshiped by the Yanjiao clan thousands of years ago. Now that his life span has expired, he wants to play with the sky and become a god.
Chapter completed!