The Hidden Heaven

Since there was no way to escape, there was no point in resisting.

Mo Fan gritted his teeth. The appearance of the Divine Wood Well was strange and beyond comprehension. Being the one to lead the humans, he could not allow something so mysterious to exist.

As the Divine Wood Well expanded, Mo Fan closed his eyes.

The sandstorm spirits were not as calm as Mo Fan. They had never seen anything like this before. Even though they were fearless beings, they sensed danger from the Divine Wood Well and tried to run away.

However, escaping was impossible. The sandstorm spirits were inexperienced. They should have done what Mo Fan did—stay still and calmly wait for death.

Time passed slowly.

By the time Mo Fan opened his eyes again, the sandstorm spirits had stopped screaming. 

He was not sure if they had been scattered into different unknown realms or if they had been completely wiped out.