A particularly fine crack had already spread to his feet, startling him into hastily moving them aside.
His face was etched with horror as he said, "If this small world suddenly collapses, then it's very likely that all of us will be buried here."
Liu Feng's tone was unusually mournful, for he felt that his life was truly coming to an end.
Tears streamed down from his eyes.
In that moment, he thought of his wife and daughter far away in the Great Yan Dynasty, and his heart was filled with nothing but regret.
If he had known, he would not have visited his relatives.
The visit had gone very smoothly, but the return trip was proving painful.
Such an event...
Who could have expected it!
"Oh?" Fan Wu surveyed his surroundings. Although he was not particularly familiar with what a fissure small world was, the state of affairs in front of him was obvious to anyone with eyes—the fissure small world was indeed on the brink of collapse.
Crack!!
