The Yangxiang Race was incredibly efficient. Before long, Xu Baiyan and her entourage had already appeared in a jungle within the Wet Realm.
For some reason, from the moment she set foot on the soil of the Wet Realm, Xu Baiyan's heart felt particularly heavy, as if her chest held a solid block of iron.
She felt as if her tears had reached her eyes but couldn't flow out at all.
It was as if something very important had been stripped away, leaving her suffocatingly oppressed.
Xu Baiyan had frequently come to the Wet Realm to fight in the past, but this time was different.
Previously, all Earth Martial Artists hoped to return home as soon as they entered the Wet Realm.
But this time, Xu Baiyan clearly understood that her home was completely gone...
Her inner heaviness lay in the deprivation of the concept of home.
"Such a pity that the void can only be torn apart for a few seconds, it's really not very useful.
