Underneath calm waves, everything seems to not exist anymore, as if it never happened, filled with a serene atmosphere.
"This space rift, it appeared so suddenly.
Unexpectedly and without warning.
Unlike ordinary space rifts which are fixed in certain areas, if untouched, they remain static, unobtrusive and hidden.
But the space rift in this Desolate Ancient Battlefield Land of Fallen Immortals works completely differently. It not only appears abruptly, directly descending nearby cultivators for a frenzied massacre but also seems to extend and chase along the cultivator's trajectory. If one's speed is slightly slower, they will inevitably fall into this inescapable net, being frantically ripped apart by the continuous space rifts."
Bai Ziyue furrowed his brow slightly, silently pondering.
This time, before the space rift descended, he truly had not sensed anything.
