Peng Wanli, whose origin was on the verge of shattering, still remained motionless, steadfastly guarding above the Abyss.
Sitting down like this meant that he couldn't move for many days on end, and he had to constantly monitor the activity below, ready to respond to sudden attacks at any moment.
This kind of hardship is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
As the saying goes, "A thief won't be around every day, but the need to guard against one is," and what Peng Wanli was doing was exactly that—guarding day in and day out.
Because once the Abyss species break out and wreak havoc, the consequences would be too severe to contemplate.
"Is this the Abyss, the barrier that separates the two worlds?"
Feng Yin focused his gaze on The Other Side, looking at the dark and seemingly boundless abyss ahead.
Its height unknown, its depth unfathomable, some thirty feet above the ground, it was already enveloped in a thick fog, and one couldn't see one's hand in front of their face.
