At this moment, the Prince of Stars paid no attention to the whispers around him, but instead looked up at the sky.
After a moment, his cold voice echoed through the abyss: "Ten minutes left. If you haven't arrived by then, it will be considered as forfeiting."
Ten minutes!
Immediately, the abyss was in an uproar.
So tight?!
However, just as the Prince of Stars finished speaking, an ordinary yet firm, gentle yet resonant voice came from the depths of the abyss.
"My people!"
This voice seemed like a whisper from one person, yet also like a shout from thousands.
This voice seemed to stir some emotion deep in everyone's hearts, driving the heartbeat of all the abyssal people.
As the voice resounded, the previously unchanging and unfathomable Deep Sea Domain, weighed down by the virtual shadows of ancient beasts and icy cold aura, suddenly began to transform.
The densest, purest, most singular, most complex, and vastest red appeared.
