There is no more time for hesitation and delay.
The craftsmen have already barged in.
Just like relatives bustling with joy during the festival, carrying bags full of rice, flour, oil, and various gifts, to convey the Association's greetings to the reclusive elderly!
In the dead-silent workshop, there were no more hard-to-predict changes; the vast majority of functions had lost response under the impact of the Destruction.
Great Break, Great Remnants!
Everything in sight was nothing but endless ruins; countless arrangements had been incinerated under brutal destruction; one garden after another burned to ashes.
Most regions had already been affected by the damage, and some had even completely vanished, triggering chaotic backflow erosion under the Vortex, rapidly mutating and dissolving.
Ji Jue watched, without even the time to feel heartache.
Not even the space to reach out and touch it twice again, time was short, every second counting.
