"What do we do, people are gonna die."
The Caesar who'd just been putting on a show in front of Ye Bai was starting to panic.
Not only had his Space Ring been casually lifted by the Ten Thousand Changes Saint Butterfly, it had even dumped a huge load of crap on him.
Without the spatial coordinates, he couldn't complete the mission, and might face the ultimate punishment—being thrown into the Frozen Hell.
"No, I have to go back to that plane."
However, things didn't go the way Caesar wanted; the Spatial Energy of the magic world had already hit a threshold, and it would take tens of thousands of years before the Spatial Gate could be opened again.
At this moment, the Sea God was shooting the breeze with Hastar.
The two gods were talking about their past histories.
After its evolution, the Ten Thousand Changes Saint Butterfly's strength had multiplied, and it was getting more and more powerful.
