The tension in the room was palpable; Qing Wanglai's gun against Li Huowang's temple was partly to blame, but his words carried an even greater weight.
"Eight days?" Held hostage by Qing Wanglai, the number flashed through Li Huowang's mind. "Is that when Fusheng Heaven and White Jade Capital overlap?"
In eight days, would they face Fusheng Heaven? Li Huowang's heart began to race.
There was no time to do anything in just eight days; against the formidable Fusheng Heaven, they'd simply be waiting to die.
"No, it's more terrifying than you see. Don't forget, the Fusheng Heaven you speak of is just the first projection of that entity. Do you know what its projection in this world would be like?"
Hearing Qing Wanglai's words, Li Huowang's emotions quickly calmed down; he had become somewhat numb after going through so much.
