"If the timeline strays beyond repair..."
"I will personally deal with you."
"Only Yao Haoxuan's death and the severe injuries of Chen Zifeng, Gongyang Mo, and Xi Xi would force the Reserve Team to compete."
"If the seven main team members haven't lost their ability to fight..."
"Then the seven members of the Reserve Team have no reason to take the stage."
"Everything that was destined to happen will fail to happen."
"The timeline will diverge, and the world will head into the unknown."
"You will die, too."
"Now that you know all this..."
"Are you still going to throw that Soul Tool Shield?"
Like a devil murmuring into his ear, every syllable sent a shiver down his spine.
The young man's voice was clearly gentle and soothing, yet the malice in his words flowed out without the slightest attempt at concealment.
In Dai Yunze's eyes, time seemed to slow. Everything around him approached a standstill, yet his mind remained perfectly clear. His eyes could precisely capture every change within the cavern, and his consciousness could distinctly sense the danger drawing closer.
The seven members from the Inner Court were right ahead of him, at the center of the explosion. All he had to do was throw the Soul Tool Shield in his hand over to them.
Although he had charged forward, his heart was still trembling with fear.
He did not know whether he was imagining it, but a faint threat of death still seemed to cling to him, lurking, waiting, as though ready to erupt at any moment and deal him a fatal blow.
The young man's voice continued to echo. It seemed he had never left Dai Yunze's mind, remaining silent for so long only to speak suddenly now, as though offering a reminder—or a warning.
Perhaps