Xu Wendong's words were like a clap of thunder on a clear day, crashing down upon Liu Yuansong, Shadow, and Wang Tong.
In an instant.
The three of them were struck as if by lightning, frozen in place as if they were under an immobilization spell.
Terror spread rapidly in their eyes like a surging tide.
At the same time, their bodies seemed to instinctively react, as goosebumps quickly covered them, and each pore exuded a chill.
In their hearts, waves of shock were churning, unable to be calmed for a long time.
They had never imagined that this ordinary-looking world was actually an independently existing minor world?
According to historical records, once someone becomes the controller of a minor world, their destiny becomes tightly intertwined with it, like the most resilient vines entwining a towering tree.
Unless the minor world is destroyed with it, no one in the world can take their life.
