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Standing at the bow, Lin Xin faced the wind and gazed towards the increasingly visible pitch-black fissure in the distance, which resembled a place where the sea and sky converge. The flat and gargantuan fissure constantly spewed countless black fogs, like the gaping maw of the Abyss, incessantly pulling and devouring massive amounts of clouds from the sea of clouds.
"Your physical body is very strong," Hongye's voice echoed in his mind. "That's why we've run into some trouble."
"What do you mean?" Lin Xin, having frequently communicated with Hongye these days, seemed to realize that it was a critical moment for the incision of the Underworld's power.
