One minute has passed, and this minute is as long as a century.
Adam was so weak that he was sweating all over. He squatted on the ground tremblingly, then took a few breaths of air.
Adam raised his head to look at the sky: "This is the seventh time I have folded it."
His head was covered with unfathomable darkness. Although Adam looked up at the sky, he actually didn't look at anything.
Adam let out a long sigh, his eyes regained from the dizziness. He looked at the small piece of light blue paper in front of him, hesitating in his heart.
A piece of paper cannot be folded nine times, which means that the eighth and last time it is folded.
He took out his "Abyss angel" from behind. When being bought here, the weapon automatically hung behind his back.
He reached out and stroked the weapon in his hand. Then he raised his head slightly and said, "I give up!"
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