As the Abyss Walker's final resort, the gigantic eyeball opened its pitch-black iris, fixed on Ye Chen, and cast a profound gaze at him.
(Hm!?)
Ye Chen cried out in alarm within his heart. Before he could react, the opponent's black pupil became like a black hole, swallowing the air, swallowing the light, and then engulfing Ye Chen's consciousness along with them.
In that instant, the youth was overcome by severe dizziness and ringing ears, while the world before his eyes spun wildly.
He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip until it tore, gritting his teeth as he endured the howling discomfort that surged like a gale. In deathly darkness, he struggled to prop up his body and mind, wavering as though they were candles on the verge of being snuffed out.
No one knew how much time passed. Only once the tremors in his skull gradually subsided could Ye Chen's brain begin to receive sensations other than the shaking.
Cold. Damp. Reeking of blood.
Amid the haze, these three sensations intertwined and gradually crept into the youth's heart, leaving him both utterly familiar with them and utterly shocked.
With his doubts in mind, Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes.
The next moment, endless walls of mist, a boundless Blood Pool, and countless weapon fragments rushed fiercely into Ye Chen's field of vision.
(Th-this place... could it be...)
Wearing an expression of utter disbelief, Ye Chen staggered to his feet from amidst the Blood Pool.
He discovered that every weapon he had carried was gone. Startled, he raised his head and looked around, swiftly confirming the answer to his question and accepting the reality before him.
At this very moment, the youth had somehow returned to the "dream" that belonged to him alone!
(Why am I here?)
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