181. The legendary Enforcer Races

"Tsk, the fog on the river of time is pretty thick today,"

It wasn't until Dorothy's pupils regained focus that she thought this to herself.

It could only be said that her inspiration was feeling generous today, but not entirely so. Although the divination was indeed successful, the clarity of the vision she saw in her future sight was even worse than a photo taken by a door lock.

The excessively dense fog obscured too much, and in the end, she could only make out some rather fragmented and hazy images.

One was of Stage number 44, and the other was of a tall figure with snow-white lion-like mane and eyes red as blood. The dazzling red blood stained her snowy fur, and that blemish of pure white was the clearest element in this round of future sight.