Being unable to teleport meant they were trapped here.
"Why panic?" Mo Yun barked, forcing himself to calm down. "We just can't teleport. We can still fly."
He looked up at the vast gray space, but could see no end to it.
"We can't stay here long. We must leave as soon as possible," Mo Yun said gravely.
"Stay close to me. Don't fall behind."
With that, he took the lead and slowly flew in one direction.
Wu Qi and Chen Yuan exchanged a glance and could only follow.
Flying was far more difficult than they had imagined.
The Chaos currents brought enormous resistance. Every step forward consumed a massive amount of Law power.
Even more terrifying were the chaotic Law strands everywhere.
Those strands were like the sharpest blades. The slightest carelessness, even brushing against one, would cause the Laws within their bodies to riot and stab pain through their souls.
The three could only carefully weave through the gaps between the Law strands.
Time slowly passed amid the oppressive flight.
One year... ten years... a hundred years...
They seemed to have fallen into an endless gray prison. No matter which direction they flew, nothing changed.
The Law power in their bodies was constantly being depleted.
Their hope was being worn away bit by bit as well.
"Brother Mo Yun, can we... still get out?" Wu Qi's voice carried a trace of despair.
He felt as though he was about to reach his limit.
Mo Yun did not answer. His face was equally pale.
He had not expected his first mission to bring him into such a desperate situation.
No matter how powerful the treasures bestowed by their senior were, they were no different from scrap metal in a place where they could not be used.
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