Once that strange thought surfaced, he could no longer suppress it.
A thought kept churning in Lin Feng's mind: That's right. Why can't I see clearly?
From this angle, in this level of darkness, I should be able to see what's down there.
Unless there's temporal turbulence down below.
But what exactly is temporal turbulence?
It was strange. Lin Feng felt something profoundly odd: the person he was now was different from the person he instinctively understood himself to be.
It was as though he had forgotten something.
But what exactly had he forgotten?
Before he knew it, Lin Feng had sunk into thought. Di Fa seemed to notice something was wrong.
A sharp pain shot through Lin Feng's hand. With that squeeze, Di Fa scattered the scraps of information that had just come to him.
Di Fa said gravely, "Watch closely. Don't get distracted. This is something you rarely get to see!"
Lin Feng immediately gathered his thoughts and looked down.
Wind still blew up from below.
But no one came back up.
"Pull!"
Di Fa gave the merciless order, and strongmen immediately stepped forward, seized the ropes, and began hauling them up.
The strongmen immediately sensed something was wrong.
The ropes were too light.
These strongman slaves possessed tremendous strength, but a rope with a living person hanging from it weighed differently from one without.
Over a hundred strongmen hauled upward, quickly pulling up many ropes.
The lower ends of all these ropes had been untied. That meant the people below must have descended to a certain point, found a platform, and untied their own ropes.
But if that were the case, someone would certainly have stayed behind to relay information upward.
Yet at this moment, not a single piece of information had come back.
That could only