The moment the door opened, several tentacles extended from within the pitch-black portal, sweeping Mu Yuan, Lang Hao, and Ling Yan around the waist and dragging them inside.
Then, the door vanished.
The space within was pitch black. The tentacles felt slippery and sticky, yet warm to the touch, making people feel nauseous.
"Brother Ling, brother! Are you there?"
"Brother?!"
Lang Hao's voice trembled. He didn't know where this place was, or why there was no light at all.
"Yes, right next to you. Stop yelling, it's so noisy," Mu Yuan's voice was filled with disdain.
Ling Yan grasped Mu Yuan's hand in the darkness.
"Brother Yan, don't you want to think of a solution? It's so dark, I can't see anything," Mu Yuan whispered in Ling Yan's ear.
"No need."
As Ling Yan spoke, tiny sparks began to appear around them.
Sweeping them together, they felt as if they had entered the deep sea, or even the starry sky.
