Guaranteed.
Di yihong checked his inventory. He had the most Divine Senses of Destruction and Life.
The former could activate the Divine Skill World Extinguishing Finger, while the latter seemed somewhat useless.
This one, then!
Strands of Life Divine Sense flowed into the God Realm Fragment, and the time ratio began to soar.
Meng Yiran fast-forwarded into a bizarre loop, training over and over, her clothes exploding over and over.
In the end, she ran out of clothes and simply stopped wearing any.
It was not like he had never seen her before.
Day after monotonous day, she seemed close to breaking down.
—How was this any different from being locked in a Small Black Room?
Halfway through, she gave up for "a few seconds," which was probably more than half a month inside.
When she still was not released, she could only get up and continue training.
Fortunately.
Because the God Realm Fragment carried the aura of the God Realm, life within it did not need to eat, drink, or relieve themselves. Otherwise, the living conditions would have been even worse.
Several dozen seconds later.
Meng Yiran had skillfully mastered the two Self-Created Soul Skills, though she was still somewhat rusty with the Divine Skill.
Di yihong felt that she was about to break down, so he flashed inside again.
The moment she saw him.
Meng Yiran did not even have time to get dressed before she lunged at him.
Di yihong flashed aside to avoid her.
Although she had not needed to use the bathroom, after more than two years of training, Meng Yiran's smell was quite something.
"Let me out!" Meng Yiran roared. "This is imprisonment! Do you know how I've lived these past years? Huh?!"
Tsk!
What a terrifying resentful woman.
Di yihong could not be