Some things cannot be rushed, and some things, even if they're not urgent, they still come at their own pace.
In the Upper Realm, at this moment, a group of people held twelve bright, grape-sized spheres in their hands. They resembled silverware as they gripped them.
The white-haired old man spoke, "Alas, this item has exhausted all of our savings. If we don't succeed, we really have no other options!"
All around was desolation, a sense of bleakness spreading. The shadows of heavy mountains loomed, the sky was yellow and the earth dark, accompanied by the roars of unknown giant beasts. Several people stood on the conspicuous transmission array on the ground.
