The "Mist Curtain Scene" continued to surge, its scale already quite astonishing, like the thick clouds seen from an airplane, rolling and heaving like mountains and seas. Who knew how many layers had been nested together to create such a visual spectacle?
Yet no matter how they were "nested," they could never completely conceal the fierce scene deep within those layered curtains: Strong light bursting forth as it brutally hammered "Execution."
Yes, this scene had already repeated itself not just twice or three times, but through ever-higher cycles... as though it would continue forever.
If the outline of the demonic shadow's struggles and recoveries had not changed so noticeably each time, Yuan Wuwei would almost have thought that the transmitted image feed had fallen into a meaningless loop.
In fact, the intervals between each cycle varied as well. Broadly speaking, they were growing longer and longer, making one wonder whether this scene would turn into a drawn-out, tedious war of attrition.
Mountain Lord was deeply puzzled. "Why does it feel like it's getting more torturous? More like facing a formidable enemy than facing a formidable enemy itself... Could that guy be immortal?"
Every expression on Tu Ge's face was hidden behind his mask, and he showed no intention of responding.
Mountain Lord had originally started to ask, "Over in the Abyss Zone..." but seeing Tu Ge's demeanor, he muttered a curse and seemed to flip through his contact list more frequently.
Drawn-out and tedious or facing a formidable enemy, Yuan Wuwei did not care. In scenes involving applications of changes to spacetime structures like this, he could analyze dozens of details every round and enjoy himself immensely.
More importantly, he could distinctly hear a deep, resonant echo, like a bronze bell, coming from the depths of that vast spacetime structure.