Spatial Tribulation
All around was endless darkness, save for flashing rune fragments that looked uncannily like the laser lights at a rave—only this particular "rave" was a bit too lethal.
Lu Yao clutched Ma Lin's hand so tightly her nails were practically digging into his flesh. Her palms were slick with sweat, feeling sticky, like she had just grabbed a handful of slugs.
Chapter 195