The sensation of falling was absolute and merciless.
Shen Yu felt the strange, suffocating gravitational force wrapping around his limbs like iron chains, completely disrupting his center of gravity and paralyzing his motor control mid-air.
Wind roared past his ears as the jagged black fissure swallowed him deeper into the earth, cutting off the dim red light of the sky above.
He remained composed, keeping his dantian primed and ready.
After descending hundreds of meters through the absolute dark, a faint, pulsing red glow emerged far below.
In the very same heartbeat, the unnatural gravitational pull vanished without warning, releasing its hold on his body.
Reacting with instantaneous battle instincts, Shen Yu flicked his wrist.
A heavy, low-tier spirit spear materialized in his grasp.
Channelling his condensed physical might, he drove the spear tip fiercely into the grey stone wall beside him.
CLANG— SCREEECH!
