Time is no longer their ally, but their most terrifying enemy.
And here, the inhabitants, whether animated images, corpses, or spatial fissures, turbulent laws, will become increasingly stronger, more complete, and harder to deal with as the world solidifies.
A terrifying realm full of pure malice, eager to consume any foreign vitality, and continuously evolving to perfection, is taking shape using them as nourishment!
"What about the elders' restrictions?"
Yu Sha gritted her teeth against the pain, her voice hoarse, carrying the last shred of hope.
"Didn't the Vice Alliance Hierarch say that after three months, the elder controlling the Secret Realm from outside would forcibly tear open this small space's core node and lead us out?"
Zhan Yun's face was iron grey, shaking his head grimly, his eyes heavy.
"World rules are undergoing upheaval, space coordinates are frantically drifting and restructuring."
