In the blink of an eye, Ning Chen had already grasped the general situation.
Without a moment's hesitation, his figure turned into a streak of spiritual light and rushed straight inside.
The Mystic Trench was a pitch-black chasm that extended infinitely to both the left and right of Ning Chen. The cold mist inside the trench was jet-black, and its freezing temperature was more than ten times harsher than the white mist outside!
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