The sky was overcast, ashes were drifting.
Cold rain pattered down, although it couldn't penetrate everyone's Demon Breath Battle Robe, it left their hearts drenched in coldness.
No one was clearly prepared for this unexpected bad news.
The man from the Cold Race shivered at Lin Shiwei's feet, not daring to make a sound, praying only for his fate not to be too miserable.
After a long while, Lin Shiwei broke the silence: "Don't be so pessimistic."
"Yes." Li Mengnan stepped forward a few steps, hugging her arms, "The target of the Cold Tree might not be us, there must be a lot of other worlds out there."
The girl's words sounded like a wish, or perhaps she was comforting herself.
It was sad to think that no matter who the target of the Youhan Tree was, in the end, some world would be invaded.
If it wasn't for everyone's Twin Tree Realm, then it would be someone else's Twin Tree Realm...
Li Mengnan tightly held his hand: "Maybe, the target of the Cold Tree is a barren world."
