Yi Chen's vision turned dark the moment he placed his hand on the imprint.
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"Where is this?! Where am I?" He muttered while looking around in confusion.
He was with Gao Zhen and the others just a few moments ago, and now he was in a completely different space with only darkness around him.
He tried to stretch his arms here and there in an attempt to get hold of some nearby object or walls, but there was absolutely nothing that he could find.
"…Another one, huh? Well, let's see whether he survives or not."
A grating voice stating words incomprehensible to him rang in Yi Chen's ears the next second.
"Who?!" Yi Chen immediately took out his sword and swung it around blindly, unable to understand from where the voice had come.
His hands were trembling uncontrollably while his pounding heart was almost on the verge of bursting out of his lungs.
The reason for this intense fear, which had suddenly struck him, wasn't the unknown language but the very voice that conveyed it.
