Tang Ye looked around with interest at the vortices appearing one after another. With all twelve animals dealt with, where would he go next?
But as more vortices appeared, the surrounding space gradually seemed like a beehive, dense enough to make one's scalp tighten involuntarily, and Tang Ye's brow furrowed as well.
This situation… seems a bit off?
If placed before, the space around him would have shattered into another scene by now, but currently, space is only continuously distorting without any other changes occurring.
Knowing too little about this place, Tang Ye didn't know what such a situation meant, and the relaxation he had just felt was replaced by vigilance once again. Soon, he suddenly heard a "clang," and the countless transparent vortices that had distorted the space vanished instantly. He hurriedly looked toward the sound, seeing through the window that the lamppost outside had fallen, smashing harshly onto the roof tiles.
"What kind of trick is this now?"
