The screams caused the whole team's progress to falter.
On the path.
The Rain Master led the way, holding the Crimson Chalice to clear the path ahead. The team consisted of about fifty people, most of whom were subordinates of the Third Prince.
Everyone's gaze focused on the direction the screams came from.
A Tier Six Martial Artist was being pulled by dark clouds surrounding him, gradually engulfed, and swallowed alive into the Simulation Realm.
Not only that.
The path they had walked was already being filled again by the Simulation Realm space.
The darkness spread like chaotic twigs, madly proliferating.
"What is this thing..."
Someone exclaimed, retreating.
The Rain Master, with a grim expression, said in a deep voice, "The restoration of the Simulation Realm, we forcibly opened a path, and the inherent restorative force of the Simulation Realm will resist this phenomenon."
