After Fang Cheng entered the gray fog, the hair-raising feeling at his back disappeared. He could no longer sense the slightest aura from the monster or the azure lightning.
After advancing a few dozen feet through the gray fog, the view suddenly opened up, and a circular clearing appeared before him.
The clearing was surrounded by an endless gray fog and was deathly silent.
The bustling, lively otherworldly market he had anticipated did not appear.
Fang Cheng was the first person to arrive.
Unfortunately, he only had two hours. Once his time was up, the gray fog would expel him back to Yinluo Island.
'Am I going to leave empty-handed this time...'
A sense of frustration washed over Fang Cheng. 'To wait ten years, only for it to end like this... It's infuriating!'
Just as he was wondering what would happen, a withered vine slowly emerged from the clearing's ground, followed by hundreds more that drilled their way out.
