Twenty seconds.
Fifteen seconds.
It seemed as if something was stirring restlessly within the ten mirrors.
In five seconds, the massive divine punishment would descend, destroying all living beings. Zheng was sweating profusely on his forehead and back.
He couldn't withstand the divine punishment once it came.
"From one to begin, to ten to end. Numbered up to one hundred...ten mirrors of varying sizes that can reflect a person perfectly."
"Old Zheng. Go to number 81."
Literally speaking, from one to begin and to ten to end, seemed very much like one to ten...
So in these final seconds, a horde of bizarre creatures desperately wanted to squeeze into the coffins in front.
Especially the coffins numbered from one to ten.
Though there were only a few seconds left before the divine punishment, the coffins at the back were still largely ignored.
