"Why is this happening…"
Wang Teng's grieved shouts echoed in the silent and dead void. Anyone who heard it would feel his sorrow and cry for him. Unfortunately, in this place, there was no one else but him.
Wang Teng forced himself to calm down quickly. Things had already happened, so there was no point crying over spilled milk. He needed to think of how to escape.
His expression turned grave, and he sat down cross-legged on the spot, sitting quietly in the void like a spirit floating in mid-air.
The entrance was destroyed by the explosion.
He felt his head aching when he remembered that he had ordered his Leiting Clone to do this.
Gradually, Wang Teng closed his eyes. He went through all the space rune knowledge in his mind to search for a method to return home.
In this void, there seemed to be no time. He didn't know how long had passed, but he felt a little hungry. He took out some food from his space ring.