Some of them could see dark red tentacles rising from the bottom of the huge abyss to the sky, almost touching the stars.
Under those terrifyingly huge tentacles, there was a young man who was firmly watching those tentacles roll over, gritting his teeth and not moving.
Some people also saw a young man in the damp and dark broken Palace. He was walking up the broken steps towards the throne at the end of the palace. Every step he took was difficult, but his eyes never wavered.
Some people even saw this young man grabbing a sword and ruthlessly stabbing it into his body.
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The one who was more sensitive to this was an old man who did not have any abilities.
The old principal, or rather, Wang jingyun, was sitting on top of a building in the middle of a dilapidated town. He was quietly looking north, holding a half-burnt low-quality cigarette between his fingers. It was the same brand as Lu Xin's.