Jiang Feng spent nearly the time of a single breath using the Heavenly Dao Sacred Wheel to shield the great worlds in the lower space.
Yet in the Immortal Sacred Realm, a single breath had amounted to nearly half a year within the great worlds.
Over the past half year, more than a third of the entire great world's space had been eroded.
Moreover, as spatial sinkholes grew increasingly numerous, the great world itself seemed unable to hold on any longer. It was highly likely to collapse before its entire space could be dissolved away.
The Central Continent was a scene of utter devastation.
In the face of death, no one could remain calm.
The higher one's cultivation, the more one cherished one's own life.
Of course, even under such circumstances, there were still some who persisted in helping the mortals.
As they desperately awaited Jiang Feng's return, Xiang Pang, Nie Xiaoyue, Jiang Yunhai, and Shi Qiuyue also provided aid to the mortals. They helped them evade those spatial sinkholes and relocate those whose entire cities had been swallowed by them.
Joining them in these efforts were those who held absolute faith in Jiang Feng.
Yet they all understood perfectly well that, in the face of the current disaster, the space left for them to survive would only grow smaller and smaller!
At this point, all they could do was exhaust human effort and leave the rest to fate!
Destruction might well be their final destination.
"Look!" Nie Xiaoyue pointed at the sky, her voice trembling with terror.
Jiang Yunhai, Shi Qiuyue, and Xiang Pang raised their heads at the same time. In the sky, an enormous spatial sinkhole was spreading toward the ground at an astonishing speed.
"What a huge spatial sinkhole!!" Xiang Pang cried out.
Jiang Yunhai and