Within the spatial rift, there was utter blackness, not a trace of light or sound, as silent as a grave. With Xiao Hua's strength, he could barely make out the scene within several dozen yards around him. At this moment, Sun Jian seemed much like Xiao Hua, his body drifting powerlessly through the darkness, his limbs blown upward by the black wind. Yet his left hand still held tightly onto Xiao Hua.
"Strange..." Xiao Hua found it puzzling. "This Heavenly Prison does not seem as formidable as Sun Jian described!"
The ignorant knew no fear. Xiao Hua rolled his eyes and looked around, while Sun Jian and the Immortal Soldiers and Generals dragged into the Heavenly Prison all wore looks of horror, desperately circulating their true qi in an attempt to protect themselves.
"Sun... Jian..." Xiao Hua opened his mouth, but his voice was drawn out so long that even he himself could not hear it clearly!
Sun Jian seemed to hear Xiao Hua's voice. He turned his head slightly, a questioning look in his eyes, while the syllables from his open mouth were likewise dragged out endlessly. "What... is... it?"
Xiao Hua had no choice but to roll his eyes meaninglessly, taking it as an answer.
Sun Jian did not know what Xiao Hua meant, but he nodded at him. His left hand tightened again, his eyes conveying that Xiao Hua should rest assured.
"Fine!" Xiao Hua secretly nodded to himself. "Though Sun Jian is a diehard loyalist of the Immortal Emperor, he is also someone trustworthy. In this Heavenly Prison, having someone to support each other with is a stroke of luck!"
Though the black wind was formidable, one could not distinguish distance within the Heavenly Prison. Thus, after a full incense stick's time, although the two had