The group fell continuously through the darkness, with only the howling wind by their ears sounding like the shrieks of evil ghosts, making one's hair stand on end. Zhang Yue tried hard to steady his posture, only to find it all in vain. His body seemed to lose control, leaving him at the mercy of the darkness as it swallowed him whole.
After who knows how long, the group felt a jolt and finally landed on solid ground. All around was dim, with only a faint light seeping in from somewhere unknown. As thread-like as the light was, it brought a glimmer of hope to the endless dark.
Zhang Yue stood up, brushed the dust off himself, and looked around, saying, "It seems this is the place where we must face our trial." His voice echoed in the empty space, carrying a hint of gravity and alertness.
Chapter 117