As Xie Tian sped away, Xuan Zhi swiftly pursued him, while the Three Divine Sons finally emerged from the seven-colored altar.
It wasn't that they had come to any realization, but the time for survival had grown urgently scarce.
Yet, they did not seize the remaining survival time. Instead, they all fell into silence simultaneously.
Seeing the three appear, the Three Supreme and other followers exchanged glances, sighed subtly, and once again retreated far away.
The private space left for the three was ample, yet no matter how spacious, it could not contain what weighed on their hearts...
Like tension, like panic, like shame and anger, like shock...
A strong person must possess a strong heart.
A strong heart keeps the Three Divine Sons calm, undisturbed by the collapse of heaven or the splitting of earth, never disrupting their inner abyss.
Yet this heart had been completely muddled by Xie Tian.
