"Where did he go?" The leader of the six disciples, Lin Fei, frowned deeply, his gaze darting around in search of Zhao Yin.
Yet, despite scanning the entire area, Zhao Yin was nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly—darkness descended.
"What's going on?" one of the disciples asked, his voice laced with unease.
A heavy silence followed. The air grew eerily thick, suffused with an invisible force that made it difficult to breathe.
Those outside the fighting spot saw the six disciples abruptly vanish—a black curtain had enveloped them, separating them from the rest of the world.
Inside that abyssal space, a chill settled in, gnawing at their bones. The oppressive atmosphere sent shivers through their spines, making them feel a strange, primal urge—to let out hot piss in sheer terror.
"This must be that fellow's doing…" someone whispered, his voice barely audible.