Mao Feiyang spoke earnestly, "Let me lead the way."
"Okay." Kuai Hongji nodded.
After speaking, Mao Feiyang plunged into the floating mist at the gallery entrance.
Kuai Hongji quickly followed with an old kerosene lamp in hand.
Mysteriously, when they last passed through here, the old kerosene lamp in Kuai Hongji's hand could still open up a field, but now, the light of the old kerosene lamp was heavily suppressed against Kuai Hongji's body, utterly unable to illuminate any of the surrounding environment, let alone open up even a fraction of a field.
"A very strong suppression." Mao Feiyang said.
The starry patterns flowed in Kuai Hongji's deep eye sockets: "I understand!"
"The power of the 'Angel' first came into contact with the law within the Time Exile... they must have collided in the time dimension!"
