It's too late.
The raging tide, like a tsunami, rose from the bizarre light and shadow, howling past, swallowing everything.
Just like diligent cleaners, everything in this crevice regularly gets obliterated!
Not even having time to resist, in an instant, they dissolved into the grotesque light and shadow like blurred oil paint, leaving no corpse behind.
Then, as Ji Jue opened his eyes, they had already returned to ten seconds before the tide's arrival, the guiding craftsman stiffened for a moment, turned his head back, and gave them one last look.
It's as if there was a silent sigh.
Bang—
As if in an instant, he fell into a pool, involuntarily tumbling backward, plunging, passed through the mottled light and shadow, and returned once again to the material world.
In the disturbed light and shadow, the last thing Ji Jue saw was that slender figure being engulfed by the tide.
In the final moment, he seemed to shrug slightly, raising his hand.
A silent farewell.
