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The true horror is not the passing of time, but that sense of utter despair from being powerless.
The lifespan years of the demons in the panel rapidly decreased.
In response, Wu Jun's body size gradually increased, its heavy golden shell eroded by the wind and sand, becoming rougher, with rocks piling up on it, its limbs swelling to an extent that the reef could no longer contain.
Until it itself became an island.
The rough skin was now indistinguishable from the stone surface, its breath so faint as to be imperceptible, and those turbid eyes were long dominated by the breath of twilight years.
"My lord, it might not make it out."
The throne inside the Ten Thousand Demon East Hall became empty at some unknown time, and Ke Shisan, in both appearance and demeanor, underwent a drastic change compared to before, his power in a completely different league.
