Taoyuan.
On the gray-black stone wall, a red dot was rapidly descending.
That was Zhang Rongfang, manipulating eight blood-red tentacles.
He was descending in a zigzag pattern, both to avoid potential dangers below and to search for new Void platforms over a larger area.
Woo... Woo...
The mist grew thicker and thicker, the airflow around his ears making strange wailing sounds, as if crying.
Zhang Rongfang felt the temperature around him dropping, the light diminishing.
The stone wall rapidly receded beneath him, and he looked down, feeling as if he were falling into a cave with no bottom.
Crack.
Suddenly, he halted his steps.
Ahead, slightly to the right, a semicircular Void platform was faintly visible on the stone wall.
That platform, like the others, was embedded into the stone wall.
But unlike the others, it was extremely black.
Darker than any other platform Zhang Rongfang had encountered.
