When he heard the words "without exception," the pupils of Cultivator Shen Yu noticeably contracted.
Clearly, he truly had not expected the arrival of the "Doomsday."
However, the four Shen Yus before him obviously wouldn't be joking under these circumstances.
And there was the intensely thick Gray Mist drifting throughout the Gray Mist Space.
Even though he had just arrived, he could faintly sense just how many lives had been saved because of this Gray Mist.
If not for the Doomsday, where would there be so many lives in need of saving!
But what signs had appeared in his own world's Doomsday?
Cultivator Shen Yu frantically contemplated this in his mind.
"Indeed, something is amiss." He suddenly spoke, his expression growing grim. "In the past decade or so, quite a few True Masters have fallen. Of those I know, there are several."
"Several?" The other Shen Yus exchanged glances.
Several have fallen—is that supposed to be strange?
