They crushed everything with a serene force, the space getting smaller and smaller.
The Sword Cultivator was like an insect trapped in a spiderweb, with no possibility of escape.
Once the Prism of Refraction truly closed, under the overwhelming pressure of space, not even a Sword Cultivator could possibly survive—From the moment he was trapped, if no external force intervened, his death was certain.
"Sigh, how did he offend you, my friend? I'll make amends for him. After all, he is my companion and I cannot simply watch him die."
Song He first bowed to show submission, then gathered a mass of profound black mist in his palm, his expression calm, "If he truly dies, then I can only use your body to atone, which should offset the debt."
The figure watched him quietly, then suddenly laughed, "He attempted to destroy the light of the Morning Dew, preventing my peaceful slumber. If you wish to save him, then bring me the light I enjoy!"
"..."
Destroy the light of the Morning Dew?
