Bab 713: A Small World

"Hold hands!" Black One's figure sped by reaching both Tang Wulin and White Seven who were second in line.

Tang Wulin turned to look at White Seven and extended his right arm. White Seven was reluctant, but she eventually reached out to hold his hand. Both of them leapt as if they were treading on clouds and floating on mist. They headed straight toward the breach.

The instant they took flight, Tang Wulin felt White Seven's tightening grip on his hand revealing her anxiety.

'Is she afraid? She's a fighter, but she's so timid.'

The thought occupied his mind when Tang Wulin felt his vision go dark. Soon, he felt the sky and earth twirling and whirling. Everything started to blur, and he felt as if space itself was warped.

Acting on reflex, he clutched White Seven's hand tightly.

The tugging persisted for a while in the darkness. Suddenly, light reappeared. Then, a weightless feeling.