On a wide plain, an ancient and simple-looking Bronze Chariot sat parked in the central area.
Zhao Yun drove the chariot with a solemn expression, and as she watched the crowds of people rapidly rushing in from all directions, she could not help frowning.
When did we get surrounded? Zhao Yun used the method of condensing true Qi into a thread to transmit her voice to Wang Ming.
Wang Ming, sitting upright on the seat of the Bronze Chariot, merely glanced indifferently at the steadily approaching crowd without any obvious emotional fluctuation, because he had already discovered them in advance when this group of people was still very far away.
"We aren't surrounded by them. This is merely an accident, an inevitable coincidence."
Zhao Yun was stunned. "An inevitable coincidence?"
Wang Ming nodded slightly and said, "Haven't you noticed that the steadily approaching black-and-white domain is actually slowing down its rate of expansion?"
That black-and-white rule domain, which could erode and decompose all things, was no longer expanding. Seeing this, Zhao Yun let out a sigh of relief; after all, people were easier to deal with than this apocalyptic-level power.
Wang Ming shook his head. "You're celebrating too early!"
Zhao Yun looked at Wang Ming in confusion, not understanding what he meant. Just as her gaze met Wang Ming's, a wisp of spiritual force entered her eyes, and a sequence of images appeared in her mind.
The black-and-white rule domain was not coming from just one direction, but from all four directions.
The reason she had only seen it from one direction was that the black-and-white rule domains in the other three directions were currently submerged beneath the horizon.
"Why has the black rule domain slowed down?" Zhao Yun asked.
"I don't know. Let's wait and see what happens!" Wang