Before he could think of an excuse, Sanders had already opened a passage through the Fragment Mayfly.
Angel could only brace himself to adapt as things came and followed after him—
This was perhaps the journey on which Angel came closest to death.
Not long after entering the pitch-black cross-realm passage, Angel saw Sanders' expression abruptly change.
Sanders said nothing. He merely stretched out a powerful arm and violently yanked Angel backward.
Within the completely weightless cross-realm passage, Angel felt the world spin around him. Before he could recover his bearings, the space ahead suddenly... collapsed.
This spatial collapse was like—what had originally been a normal passage suddenly underwent some strange reaction and became a reflective water mirror. Yet becoming a water mirror was not the end. The mirror then shattered into countless tiny fragments.
Those fragments swiftly shot away from their point of origin, splashing outward in every direction.
In Angel's eyes, those flying fragments transformed into spatial vortices, generating boundless, powerful suction.
There was no road ahead.
The only path now was backward. But in this world of darkness above and below, spatial vortices were everywhere. All manner of gravitational and repulsive forces interacted with one another. Even if they turned back, one wrong step would mean certain death.
Yet they had no choice. Sanders' eyes darkened, his expression colorless as his lips moved slightly. "We can't go any farther. We're going back!"
Sanders moved very slowly. In his eyes, every step contained countless calculations. He had to combine every condition and datum to carve out a path to survival through this blade-edged path of chaotic spatial energy and mingled great powers.
The spatial vortices were not still. Their suction also drew them toward each other, causing them to merge. Those countless vortices would eventually fuse into a