As Jiang Ye wrapped his arms around Ye Shuli and stumbled out of the spatial ripple, the soles of their boots instantly sank into a rubbery ground.
The annular space they occupied was filled with translucent crystals, and the flowing Spiritual Energy within the tubular structures emitted a hum resembling a heartbeat.
The bronze patterns at Ye Shuli's collarbone suddenly turned a dazzling cyan-blue.
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