The two of them, along with their Mechanism Beasts, tumbled down the slope like rocks. Only after rolling fifty or sixty feet, battered and dazed, did they finally come to a stop.
You An sprang to his feet with a carp-like flip and charged furiously back the way they had come.
But all he saw was the pitch-black rift in the void rapidly closing. In the blink of an eye, it vanished without a trace.
With a smack, You An lunged at empty air and landed flat on the ground.
Li Chen clambered up, covered in dirt, and asked, "Where are we?"
Lying on the ground, You An pounded the earth in fury. "Fuck! Someone set us up! This is the Bleakwind Wasteland in the Demon Realm!"
"Who were those two? Why did they attack us?" Grimacing in pain, Li Chen held his left shoulder. "Forget it. Let's leave that aside for now. You An, come give me a hand. I braced myself with my arm when we fell, and I think I dislocated it."
You An slid down the slope. As he helped reset Li Chen's arm, he swore, "I don't know either, but I remember what those two bastards look like. Damn them! They'd better not let me see them when we get back, or I'll twist their heads off!"
Li Chen hissed and rubbed his shoulder. "Let's get out of this hellhole first. I keep having a bad feeling. I don't know whether it's just the pressure of the demonic baleful intent playing tricks on me."
As he spoke, Li Chen extended his right hand and pointed at his Mechanism Beast, the Fang Tiger, from a distance, commanding it to rise from the ground.
But after a moment's thought, he put it back into his Storage Ring