At the same time.
Outside the small world created by Wutian Demon Venerable.
It is now sunset.
The afterglow of the sunset fills the sky, magnificent and splendid.
The black vortex over the sea still hasn't dissipated.
The black light beam that shot up from the black vortex also hasn't disappeared.
A lot of people are still gathered around the black vortex.
It's been ten days since Yang Luo and his companions were sucked into the black vortex.
During these ten days, some people occasionally left, while others were drawn over.
During this period, many people, disbelieving the danger, tried to enter the black vortex but were all annihilated.
"It's been ten days, and those kids still haven't come out; I guess they're really dead!"
"Everyone who came close to the black vortex during this time has died; those kids probably are no exception!"
"Since we can't get in, why are we still staying here? Let's leave!"
