The instant the thirty-six Soul-Suppressing Lamps went out, an ink-thick wave of black energy engulfed fist-sized gravel, slamming into the dome with a deafening roar as if trying to tear the entire space apart.
Lu Yao felt the Jade Slip in her hand grow searingly hot, like a red-hot iron brand that instantly reddened her palm, the scorching sensation causing her to furrow her brow.
The quicksand beneath her boots felt alive, tightly wrapping around her ankles with a sticky, heavy weight.
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