A colossal whooshing sound pursued Milton Cheney into the Void Space.
A crimson river stretched from within the World to the Void Space beyond.
And this river's ultimate target was none other than Milton Cheney, standing in the Void.
At this moment, Milton did not run.
It wasn't that he was reluctant to abandon the plans he had in this World, but because he knew very well that fleeing rashly now would more likely be detrimental than beneficial.
It might be better to meet the challenge head-on; that way, there might be a better chance.
"Very powerful,"
Milton Cheney murmured to himself.
He never underestimated anyone, fighting with all his might even when hunting a rabbit, much less when these three were genuine Realm Masters within the Tide Realm.
Keep in mind that even the weakest Realm Master could easily rival a Level 7 Wizard of the Wizard Realm.
Moreover, none of these three Realm Masters who came from the Tide Realm were the weakest.
