"Sir... the Blood Demon has already been completely suppressed."
"But our world has encountered a little trouble," Pan Hao shivered, looking completely dumbfounded. It took him quite a while to remember the urgent matter, "Would you, like to save the world?"
"What trouble?" Wang Hao climbed out of the big pit.
Seriously, this dream was pretty realistic.
The village shrouded in fog, occasionally broken by the sound of insects, its cobblestone paths still covered in moss.
However, the timeline clearly showed the scene after Paradise Village had been cleared, with nothing peculiar in the village, even the well had been leveled.
There was nothing to play with, no other living souls besides Pan Hao, which left him feeling quite dispirited.
"The moon in the sky, it looks like it's going to explode," Pan Hao followed and said, "A very powerful monster is incubating!"
