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Fang Yue's voice fell silent.

With a hum, the parchment had already pulled his consciousness into that foggy expanse.

It felt like falling from the clouds. Fang Yue's consciousness plummeted layer by layer, piercing through the thick clouds, until it suddenly stopped and locked onto the image of the Little Black Man that represented him.

Just one glance was enough to leave Fang Yue stunned.

Because he saw that the Little Black Man representing him was wrapped in two thick white iron chains hanging down from the sky, bound so tightly that it could not move.

Looking upward along the direction of the chains, he saw only a vast expanse of white. He could not see the top at all and had no idea what had wrapped itself around him.

The Little Black Man, bound by the iron chains, had become limp, as though it were being dissolved by stomach acid. It looked as if it might melt at any moment.

No! It had already melted.

Part of the Little Black Man's body had turned into black liquid, stuck to the two white iron chains as though it had infected them.

The white iron chains, meanwhile, were like straws. The blackness they had absorbed traveled upward along the chains, being conveyed to whatever lay above.

Fang Yue's heart sank.

"Parchement!"

I'm here!

"Here, my ass! Your home was stolen, and you didn't know a thing!"

The parchment immediately floated up, aggrieved words appearing upon it.

I really didn't know. These two iron chains aren't on the same level as the guy who was fishing before. I couldn't sense them at all!

"Stop wasting time. Cut them!"

Yes!

As if trying to recover its dignity, the parchment let out a loud cry, and a slash