Lin Chen's avatar followed the direction indicated by the compass needle, step by step, neither hurriedly nor slowly advancing.
Lin Chen and Sun Yixiao followed closely, three meters behind the avatar, their expressions cautious and prudent.
After walking for thousands of meters without incident, just as Lin Chen was starting to feel perplexed, his avatar took a step forward and then vanished in an instant.
Lin Chen suddenly stopped in his tracks, his face turning solemn.
Sun Yixiao turned his head, "What's the situation?"
Lin Chen carefully sensed for a moment, finally speaking in a deep voice, "We've lost contact, I'm afraid it's been pulled into an exotic space."
Sun Yixiao wasn't surprised; instead, he consoled Lin Chen, "That's normal, you should be mentally prepared for many, many avatars to die."
Lin Chen nodded, "We'll take it slow; we're not short on time."
