This is already the first layer of the fragmented boundary, shrouded in thick miasma, with extremely low visibility.
Sure enough, Gu Tangyin and the others had been scattered by the spatial storm and it was unknown where they had landed.
Just as Chen Ye was about to get up and stretch his muscles.
"Oh... it hurts so much..."
From a pile of rubble not far away, a voice came that was both seductive to the bone and somewhat frantic with pain.
Chen Ye raised an eyebrow and turned his head to look.
He saw, just a dozen steps away, a graceful figure clumsily climbing out of the muddy water.
The pure white silk dress that was once spotless, was now tattered by the storm, revealing large areas of skin that were as fair and delicate as jade.
Especially around the waist and chest, where the fabric had been torn, half-concealed curves were exposed to the shadowy air.
