He looked up at the world shrouded in the grey mist.
As if in response to him, an indescribable terror far surpassing anything before suddenly descended at that moment from the unknown void.
"Crack...crack..."
The layer of Grey Mist Sea was now thickening endlessly, as if countless worlds had been stacked together, forming a super-temporal convergence point.
Wei Liang instinctively brushed his arm, then gently tugged at the brim of his hat.
"This is unreasonable..." he couldn't help but mutter, "All infinite dimensions have converged to 'this moment'..."
The Astrologer's voice carried a hint of urgency: "The star map is in chaos! The Angel's body seems to be cutting in from the Root side!"
Amon shouted: "This isn't right?! Why is this happening?"
Tian Bufan loudly declared: "The time axis!!"
"For us, the great war takes place in the near future, but for the Angel, entering this timeline means the battle begins! It's seizing the initiative!"
