The pleasant day had come to an end. Perhaps due to the difference in the flow of time inside and outside, it was not until sunset that the vortex atop the waterfall's stone wall underwent major changes once more. At the same time, everyone's gaze and attention were drawn toward it.
Gray wisps of energy scattered into turbulent currents, blasting everyone several steps backward. Shui Bing'er and Ye Lingling were unsteady on their feet, their faces somewhat pale, but they still forced their utterly exhausted bodies to remain standing among the group.
Shen Liuyu secretly swallowed, her eyes repeatedly stealing glances at the two girls before shifting toward Shen Hanyu, who stood not far away. Finally, she silently gave her biological brother a thumbs-up...
The airflow emerging from the vortex grew increasingly violent. Basketball-sized stones along the riverbank were blown straight into the sky before crashing heavily back down, producing wave after wave of thunderous booms.
Amid the unceasing rumbling, the spatial fluctuations around the vortex became increasingly intense. Gu Yuena narrowed her eyes slightly, and undisguised disgust appeared within them. Not many people in the God Realm, herself included, had any favorable impression of a deity like the Death God. Of course, the God Realm itself was a world of interests with little emotional attachment to begin with.
It seemed that some tremendous change had occurred within the space itself. Every expert present with some understanding of spatial power could sense it. It was compression—or perhaps contraction. The once vast, boundless space was shrinking at an astonishing speed, while the energy contained within it was rapidly compressed as well. Before long, the entire space vanished completely before everyone's eyes.
The gray vortex began flickering in and out of sight, its internal structure already extremely fragile. It would collapse