This was the first time Xiong Jie had seen Jiang Che use his own ability—the building before his eyes sank into the ground in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Che grabbed Tuantuan and Xiong Jie, paused for a moment, and entered the underground together at the same time.
In just an instant, everyone arrived in a dark, subterranean world.
In the pitch-black underground, with not even a hand visible in front of one's face, the only thing in their ears was the auntie's scream from earlier. Clearly, she hadn't recovered from the shock yet.
With a snap of Tuantuan's fingers, a wisp of ghostly blue fire appeared around them, gathering above their heads.
Jiang Che coughed softly twice; under the bluish firelight, his face looked a bit pale.
This way of using his skill was something he'd just improvised—dragging an entire building into the earth at once had taken a big toll on him.
The flame didn't shine much, barely illuminating the small space around them.
