Not only that, the Spatial Tempest continued to spread for several hours until it reached a certain limit and then retreated slowly like the tide.
But the retreat was not a disappearance; it just returned to the basic state of the Spatial Tempest, lurking and waiting for the next eruption.
"What is going on?" Angel looked at the distant Spatial Tempest that had not disappeared with confusion, feeling as if it were a living entity breathing, the Spatial Tempest rising and falling with each breath.
"I don't know either. Ever since Mr. Feng left, the Spatial Tempest appeared not long after. It constantly manifests the phenomenon of rise and fall, and the passage in the painting happens to be within the range when the disaster spreads, so you have to calculate the timing to enter here," Nami Midori said.
Angel frowned slightly.
