In the dark room.
At this moment, a large piece of theater costume floated in mid-air, swaying with the wind. The five Evolvers were unable to escape the assault of the costume or leave the room. They could only be grasped by the icy palms stretching out from the costume and slowly dragged into the deep darkness.
No matter how strong they were, it was all in vain, for they had exhausted all their methods. Now they had no means left and could only wait for death to come.
The sounds of struggle were getting fainter because the deeper they sank, the tighter the binds became. At the beginning, they might resist a little, but in the end, even those in the Spiritual Realm couldn't fight back. Even with all their might, they couldn't make those hands budge an inch.
This subversion of power shouldn't exist in such a world.
They were very unlucky to have encountered it on their first Cross Border.
Just when everyone was about to completely vanish from this world.
Suddenly.