Just like when he invited Phila more than a hundred years before the battle, he was sitting at the table in his perennial black robe, with a staff set with a few gems on the top, a place he could easily touch. Still so thin, the aura around him is still so indifferent, the long corridor is like a time and space tunnel, through this corridor, Pannis is like passing through a sad dream that has lasted for more than a hundred years, and when he wakes up again, he is back a hundred years ago, back to the beginning.

But unfortunately, the corridor is just a corridor, and it will never become a time and space tunnel, and it is impossible for Pennis to go back a hundred years ago, and Phila will never go back, and the time spent will never start all over again, just like the current Phila. Once powerful and proud, a demigod mage at the apex of mankind, a lord with a vast land, a few syllables from his thin lips can make the stars fall and the earth shatter, in the face of such a strong man, no matter how powerful and terrible the enemy, he must bow his head respectfully. However, in the face of ruthless time, what kind of strong person must also succumb, just like Fira is now.

Today's Fira is still trying to sit upright at the table, still trying to straighten her back and maintain her pride. But no matter how hard he tried, he could only use his arms to support the table in order to keep his body steady. Looking from a distance through the transparent crystal, the pale and thin face was covered with criss-crossing wrinkles, and the skin and muscles on the face were shriveled as if a piece was dry+''+