Both of them reacted quickly this time.
Li Wenli swiftly lit a torch and glanced at the space, vaguely making out that the corners were thinning, and the outside scenery was intermittently visible.
"This space is about to collapse."
Li Wenli's expression turned grave.
"A stable space usually has a thick barrier, which envelops a miniature world. When the space becomes unstable or is on the verge of collapsing, this barrier will get thinner and thinner until it finally shatters into pieces."
"So, what do we do?" Bai Junjun was somewhat anxious. They couldn't let the Treasure Room disappear, not when her own territory was still too small and urgently needed expanding.
"We could try to repair the space," said Li Wenli, frowning. "Though I've never done this before, I'm not sure if it will work."
After all, the spaces he encountered in The Apocalypse were extremely stable, and he had never faced this kind of predicament.
