Lin Xin was lying flat on his body, swiftly flying forward through a dark tunnel, drawn forth by an inexplicable pulling force.
The tunnel was like the intestines of some dark creature, with layers of folds on its inner walls that continuously vibrated and squeezed rhythmically.
After winding around for quite a while and turning countless corners, a faint red light finally appeared ahead.
Lin Xin widened his eyes, trying to make out what was at the exit. However, all that came into view was a blur of pale red. He could also smell a faint hint of sulfur in his nose.
He quickly stirred his spiritual energy, his attire slowly spreading an invisible spiritual field around him, transforming into a shield. He prepared for everything.
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The sky was pitch-black.
