Space congealed like gel within the interlocking dimensions of the Klein Bottle.
Ice crystals formed on Ye Shuli's eyelashes, and she saw Jiang Ye's right hand—split into twelve silhouettes—holding a seal-casting posture. It was the exact movement they had made three minutes ago when attempting to activate the teleportation talisman.
"Mathematical totems in reverse arrangement..." She bit the tip of her tongue to stay awake, and fresh blood seeped into the trigram grooves of the Luoshu Pendant.
Chapter 447