In this chaotic situation, three of the fastest-fleeing Sages had already succeeded in tearing open a spatial rift. They stared at the fissure, their faces etched with the joy of surviving a catastrophe, their eyes gleaming with the light of hope.
However, the moment a creature from the Silicon-based Alliance squeezed through, something eerie occurred. A shower of crystal fragments erupted from the rift, followed immediately by the upper half of the creature’s translucent body being violently flung back out. Seeing this, the other two turned deathly pale, their fear reaching a breaking point. Without hesitation, they turned and fled frantically in the opposite direction.
Before they had traveled far, a spatial rift suddenly opened before them, and a cold voice emanated from within: "Damned outsiders, the Heavens and Myriad Realms is not your playground—it is your graveyard!"
Chapter 367