Death Descends! Restrictions from the Black Mist! They had failed to complete missions before.
But this was the first time someone had died.
Now that Old Peng was dead, it meant all their previous guesses had been wrong.
"When did he die?"
"Just now, when the mission time limit ended!"
The speaker hurriedly explained. This was a matter of great importance; he had no thought of concealing anything.
The mission had ended...
"Quick! Go check exactly how many times Old Peng failed to complete a mission!"
Someone suddenly thought of something and roared.
As soon as those words were spoken, the others immediately understood. Panic appeared on their faces as they began comparing information.
At the edge of the crowd.
Gu Yuan watched everything unfold with an indifferent expression.
Now this was more like it.
He knew it could not possibly be that simple.
Otherwise, did that Venerable have nothing better to do than cultivate ordinary people for fun?
What a joke.
Still, from the looks of it, the treatment within the black mist was quite good. It could accelerate a world's progress.
Once a certain point in time was reached, the different worlds would probably begin to come into contact with one another as well.
A moment later.
The panicked crowd had already figured out Old Peng's mission record over the past few days.
There were not many living people in the city to begin with. It merely took some time.
"In other words, this was the fifth time!"
"Yes, and not the fifth consecutive time. It was the fifth time in total."
The other man spoke with a grave expression, looking thoroughly stifled.
Five times!
That was no good news.
Among them, many had failed to complete a mission once or twice.
They had thought it was nothing