In just half an incense stick's time, Jia Baihe realized no matter how she tried to escape, she couldn't outrun the speed of the withering heaven and earth.
At most, in just two or three hours, she and Yi Jie would inevitably be swept into this decaying world.
Despair flickered in Jia Baihe's eyes. She had come to the First Universe to search for Ding Huan.
Now that she hadn't found Ding Huan, nor had she stepped into the ninth step of the Great Dao, she would be inexplicably taken away by the withering heaven and earth.
"Mistress, I feel we are doomed." Yi Jie also realized that today might be the day they lost their lives here.
Jia Baihe sighed. How could she not know they were doomed today?
Knowing that sending a message to Ding Huan was pointless, Jia Baihe still took out a Communication Bead and sent a message.
"Mistress, are you sending a message to Mr. Huan?" Yi Jie's voice quivered slightly.
