The earth had already turned into an abyss that could not be measured with the naked eye.
"Has everyone returned?" the Dwarf Leader asked.
"Report—"
"Some people fell down and cannot be found."
A complex expression emerged on the dwarves' faces.
What good could come from falling into this world of destruction?
Neither descending nor rescuing them was an option.
They could only pay silent tribute.
A trace of frustration flashed in the Dwarf Leader's eyes.
By all accounts, they had won.
But...
There were no gains at all.
They had been rushed back like ducks in a row.
And some people had died.
What kind of outcome was this?
"Ahem, we have won this battle... Let's all cheer," he said, raising his weapon.
The dwarves let out a cheer devoid of any passion.
In mid-air.
Wu Xiaode kept silent, glancing at the ice crystal words that appeared before him:
"Your World Attribute has been activated automatically."
"World Attribute: False Death."
