After Being Hanged, Yan Returned Again

The fog is heavy, and the pain feels like ink entering the sea... "Gudong——" A pool of icy purple liquid surged crazily in the dead world, and a hand burst out. The mucus "vomited" her out, and her azure hair was covered in fishy stench. She dragged her legs like a corpse imitating the walk of a newborn, following the roar. There is no heaven and earth in the vast white land, only two strange and obscure things roaring: "Rebirth..." "Annihilation..." She just spoke—— The blood mist and the eight-winged monster suddenly asked: "Who do you want to pretend to be?"