No idea how long has passed, perhaps a few seconds, or maybe a century.
When Sithur Fatty folded the Heaven Path Umbrella in his hand, Ethan Smith felt only darkness before his eyes.
Moreover, a sense of vertigo overcame him, his entire being seemed to be sinking, yet he couldn't step on the ground.
The Heaven Path Umbrella emitted a cyan glow, protecting them all.
Though they were no longer sinking, Ethan still felt dizzy.
It seemed they were in a vortex of nothingness.
"The space here has been utterly destroyed; it won't recover shortly. We should be in a void space now, but since the God-Sealing Panel is here, this space hasn't collapsed."
Fatty also took a breath of cold air.
Just now, the devastating power of the Unmeasurable Slaughter Calamity was terrifying beyond imagination.
Looking around, under this Unmeasurable Calamity, most of the people were already gone.
