Meanwhile, on the outer-rim of Sandplain Island, time was counting down. It was down to the final thirty minutes. Still, there was no sign of Jiang Chen’s return.
Like a stone thrown into the ocean, he seemed to be irrevocably lost.
Among the senior executives of the ten sacred lands, some gleefully celebrated the tragedy, some sighed inwardly, and some felt genuinely sorry for the Eternal Sacred Land.
If Jiang Chen died on the tenth forbidden island, it’d be a senseless waste. No one had ever expected that to happen. The organizers would shoulder the blame.
The first prime’s expression was dark,...