"The continent is going to blow up?!" Jiang Ye shrieked, almost jumping out of his skin. "Old antique, are you sure you're not joking? This joke isn't funny at all!" As he spoke, he slapped his chest with a feigned casualness, yet his trembling fingers betrayed his inner anxiety.
Ye Shuli ignored Jiang Ye's outburst, watching the increasingly chaotic spiritual energy around them with a heart full of worry.
The celebratory atmosphere was instantly extinguished as if by an invisible giant hand, and the air was filled with a suffocating tension.
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