At the border between the Southern and Western Starfields of the Fifth Star Ring.
Under the crimson aurora in the sky, the sticky rain scattered down, enveloping the surroundings.
Strong wind blew violently, causing sticky rain to dry rapidly and turn into glue. The sealing power rose greatly.
In fact, the edges had completely glued together.
Even the void couldn't escape. It was as though this space was about to become one under this glue.
Its might was astonishing, and its lethality was bizarre and terrifying.
Xu Qing was within its range.
All around him, the sticky rain had enveloped him, creating rapidly solidifying sticky threads that connected with the earth, the void, and all directions.
They clung tightly to his skin.
The surrounding glue was accelerating in its solidification, growing thicker and denser.
