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 raised his head and glanced over the gray, hazy expanse, whose end was nowhere in sight.
"This is no place to linger. We must leave as soon as possible," Mo Yun said gravely.
"Stay close. 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.
The flight proved far more difficult than they had imagined.
The Chaos airflow brought immense resistance. Every step forward required the expenditure of a tremendous amount of Law power.
Even more terrifying were the chaotic threads of Laws that filled the area.
Those threads were like the sharpest blades. The slightest carelessness, a mere touch against one, would cause the Laws within their bodies to riot and send stabbing pain through their souls.
The three could only carefully weave their way through the gaps between those Law threads.
Time passed bit by bit amid that oppressive flight.
One year... ten years... one hundred years...
They seemed to have fallen into an endless gray prison. No matter which direction they flew, nothing changed.
The Law power within their bodies was steadily 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 that he was about to reach his limit.
Mo Yun did not answer. His face was equally pale.
He had not expected to encounter such a desperate situation on his very first mission.
No matter how powerful the treasures bestowed by their seniors were, they were no different from