Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened.
But unfortunately, perhaps that arrow was too terrifying, or maybe it was the game's mechanism, the celestial-level monster's body was not left behind.
After he killed the celestial-level monster, the only reward besides obtaining the Power of Creation was a Celestial Core.
Suddenly, the blood and flesh that flew out reversed, and a blue light burst forth in this place.
Yang Yuan's face changed, and he quickly turned around to run.
He quickly retreated dozens of miles on the low buildings of the Ancient Ruins, then looked back to see a figure where the celestial-level monster had been.
A countdown, 356 days.
There was even a stopwatch behind it, ticking away second by second.
"Could it be that in a year, another celestial-level monster will appear here?"
Yang Yuan was puzzled.
But it was none of his concern anymore; a year later, where he would be was still an unknown.
