Rain poured down on a mire.

At the same time, long, winding lightning bolts that looked like dragons struck from the heavens, rapidly disappearing into the mire.

The mire was rather vast. Nothing could be seen in its surroundings. The only two things that hovered over it were the Flame Dragon Armor and the Spirit Pearl.

FIZZ!

A spatial rift ripped the void open.

Everyone, including Nie Tian, Zhao Shanling, Yin Yanan, and Dong Li, arrived through it.

They all subconsciously looked down at the mire.

The mire was filled with grayish-brown mud, giving everyone an indescribably strange feeling.

Heavy rain and lightning bolts continued to fall into the mire.

Upon arriving, Nie Tian noticed that both the Spirit Pearl and the Flame Dragon Armor swayed in the air, as if they were attracted by the mire, and struggling not to plunge into it.

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