At the exact same moment, in that pale realm where heaven and earth were indistinguishable, there was only an endless churning sea of grayish-white mist.
Ye Fan widened his eyes, holding his breath unconsciously as his gaze locked firmly onto the ink-black chain at the center of the mist, upon which the aura of the Law of Devouring was intensely thick.
The chain resembled a venomous snake from the nethermost depths of the abyss, winding its way out of the bottomless spatial rift, its surface flickering with a strange and eerie glow.
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