As Bai projected the silhouette of the sailing ship, countless strange cracks appeared suddenly in the simulation world surrounding Lin Lan.
The sky seemed to be filled with narrow eyes, and the next moment, a massive snowstorm poured down from the rifts towards the ground, with each snowflake dragging mortals into the most frenzied nightmares.
The simulation world began to crumble, and the god could no longer maintain the chaotic 'future' stirred up by the Foreigner.
All simulated phantoms were frozen in place, like puppets with broken strings, as the frenzied snow buried the bodies of warriors and swarms alike, indifferent to enemies and allies amidst the Celestial Principle disaster.
Lin Lan immediately clenched the Philosopher's Stone, and the ferocious snowstorm was instantly devoured by the void surrounding the Foreigner.
"The doctor is formatting the data of this simulation."
