Before Fang Jie realized it, the passage time through the Space Channel had been compressed to less than an hour.
Fang Jie knew that the final moments were fast approaching. However, contrary to his expectations, during this period, he had not encountered any items of value.
After all, items that even a Demigod would find valuable were indeed few in number.
In the sky, the originally white heavens had turned mostly black.
This was not just any ordinary black but a dark shade mixed with the rich scent of Death Power, a hue all too familiar even during the day. The world's battle was nearing its end.
"It's said that some places experience a rain of blood that causes nearly all creatures it touches to burst and die. The few that survive, however, evolve into stronger beings with a hint of divine essence; it appears those are the places where gods have perished."
Fang Jie reviewed the information and noticed some things that he hadn't seen before.
