Just as Xia Feng stepped into the spatial vortex, he felt an emptiness beneath his feet, an unsettling sensation of weightlessness assaulted his mind, and there was not the slightest light around, pitch-black as if falling into an endless abyss.
Yet in the next moment, a soft yet firm pressure came from behind his back. The woman's right hand wrapped around his waist, while her other hand flicked open a pocket watch emitting a faint golden glow.
The watch had only a single slender pointer, pointing in the direction behind them both.
Seeing this, Jiang Qiue, holding onto Xia Feng, turned and darted in the direction indicated.
Meanwhile, ten beams of light successively lit up in the darkness. The pocket watch illuminated the faces of these individuals, who without any exchange, each confirmed their own direction before scattering away.
