The Lord of Sin had the ability to absorb human fear, and even without being Divine, they possessed A-level strength.
Joined with the Fusion World, various Divines were gradually reviving, making the situation increasingly pessimistic. One careless move and you were likely to be snuffed out.
Thinking about this, Lu Zixun felt a throbbing headache coming on. The joy of living carefree seemed to be gone for good.
"So, the Lord of Sin is trapped in the Third-order World, right?"
Lu Zixun, not aware that Hai Zhuming was merely speculating, asked seriously.
"I don't know."
Spreading his hands, Hai Zhuming said, "That's just a guess. And as for the records, who knows when they were made. So, you decide for yourself."
After leaving the Snowfield Frost Land, Lu Zixun's mood had become especially heavy.
After all, the existence of the Lord of Sin was like a Sword of Damocles hanging over his head.
Worrying was useless, and it was useless to worry.
