Meanwhile, on the other side.
Two days and two nights of relentless journey through the darkness.
Jia Zhenjing and his two companions clearly felt a growing unease. After defeating the Clown King and stepping into the Second Layer, they found nothing but endless darkness, completely disoriented. Before them lay a long, dark passage with no choices to make. The ground was littered with white bones, evidence that others had been here but never made it out, having died in this place.
"Why do I feel like this endless passage has no end?"
The old man frowned, as if he had discovered something.
"I feel the same. We've been walking for two days and nights. Have we been trapped here?" Nangong Shui's intuition was almost identical to the old man's.
Actually, Jia Zhenjing felt the same way in his heart.
