"Ten, nine, eight..." Watching the rate at which Luowasha was disintegrating, Sique counted down.
In ten seconds, everything will be extinguished.
Without Luowasha, can he still live?
If he can't live, it doesn't matter. If he can live, then go on to write more interesting and unfettered stories.
His gaze drifted aimlessly, then suddenly froze.
He saw a shelter on the northern icefield, where the World Master and Sea Emperor sat together, and the World Master was writing on his heart, having opened his chest.
Sique's gaze fixed from afar on the World Master.
"Actually, it's not completely uninteresting; some characters are quite intriguing," Sique thought.
Most people don't know that the World Master is also a character under his pen.
