"I can only say that the difference is immense, even extremely significant!
"You guys are at the end of the tenth level now, but in our time, it wasn't… Hmm?"
Swoosh!
Hamish Moore's remnant soul turned pale, lowering his head.
It almost dissipated.
Even Braydon Neal felt his body grow cold at that moment.
He could faintly sense that in the endless void, a terrifying creature was watching from afar.
With just a single glance.
A chill ran down Braydon's spine.
Hamish's remnant soul nearly collapsed.
This topic could not be discussed, nor could it be spoken of.
Braydon and Hamish's remnant soul immediately went silent.
Any further, and they'd be in trouble.
Hamish's remnant soul realized something was wrong.
Braydon felt the same.
But he couldn't say anything!
Braydon finished the wine in the jar and went into seclusion to study the mark of the small black sword.
