"Watch your step!" Wang Xiyi called out in warning.
The ground, which was originally a single piece, had now fragmented into many square meter-sized plots. These plots moved around like some form of flat building blocks, constantly shifting positions, with gaps and holes large enough to swallow a person whole appearing every now and then.
"I've never seen moving plots this small before," Yan Yu'an said. "The smallest moving plots in the Baikal Remains are at least the size of entire buildings..."
"Well, now you've seen them," Sun Hang said, lightly jumping backward to avoid a sudden gap that appeared underfoot. Wang Xiyi simply spread her wings and hovered in mid-air, grabbing Zhong Ling and Yan Yu'an with ease.
One of Zhong Ling's eerie constructs failed to dodge in time and fell into the abyss below when the plot it stood on was pulled away. Before the other constructs could come to its aid, several other plots moved in to seal off the gap.
