The entire Masked Squad had died and returned.
While Yun Hexian was still in the Second World communicating with Pang Lifeng and his group, contemplating when to hand over the elixir to Wang Mian, bodies began dropping into the Holy Pool as if they were being tossed into a pot of boiling water.
The scent of time, sickeningly familiar, emanated from them, carrying the divine aura of Chronos. It was the curse of time.
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