Before he could come up with an excuse, Sunders had already opened a path for him using the Section Ephemera.
Angor had no choice but to follow Sunders with the idea of improvising.
This was probably the closest Angor had ever come to death.
Not long after they entered the tunnel, Angor noticed Sunders' expression changing.
Sunders didn't say anything. He simply reached out a strong arm and pulled Angor back.
Inside the tunnel, which was completely weightless, he felt like the world was spinning around him. Before he could come back to his senses, in the next second, he saw the space in front of him suddenly … collapse.
This kind of spatial collapse was like a normal tunnel that suddenly had a miraculous reaction and turned into a reflective water mirror. But that wasn't all. The mirror shattered into countless tiny pieces.
These pieces quickly flew away from their original point of origin and scattered in all directions.
In Angor's eyes, the scattered pieces turned into numerous space vortices, which generated a powerful suction force.
There was no way forward.
The only way was to go back. But in this pitch-black world, there were space vortices everywhere. All kinds of gravitational and repulsive forces interacted with each other. One wrong step and they would die for sure.
But they had no other choice. Sunders' expression was grim. "We can't go any further. Let's go back!"
Sunders walked slowly. Every step he took was a series of calculations in his eyes. He wanted to combine all the conditions and data to carve out a path of survival in this chaotic space of energy and the Dao of Sharp Blades that was mixed with mighty power.
The space vortices weren't static. They were still pulling at each other due to the force of attraction. The countless vortexes would eventually converge into a single point, and everything would be annihilated into eternity at that time.
Angor felt as if he was walking on a dark path to hell. Every step he took felt like a reincarnation cycle. Around this long and narrow road, countless wraiths reached out their withered and gray hands. They wanted to grab his legs and drag him into the depths of hell.
At the same time, a golden Wheel of Time, which looked like an exquisite pocket watch, was floating above their heads.
It was ticking.
Every time it ticked, the path to hell would crumble, and it was an irreversible process.
The sound of the wheel was like a death knell.
Angor followed Sunders' lead and walked carefully. Moreover, even a second of delay would turn the path of survival into a path of death, and they would be completely lost in this void.
Following Sunders, Angor felt that he was getting closer to death. Sunders, on the other hand, was having a harder time. He still needed to calculate the steps. His forehead was already covered in sweat.
"Can you still hold on?" Sunders' voice was monotonous and cold.
Angor nodded.
"Alright, I'll need your help for the next part of the journey."
Sunders was in a very dangerous situation. His every thought could lead to unexpected changes, so he had to eliminate all external interference.
To return, they would have to face the suction force of the space vortex. Earlier, Sunders had to keep them safe while calmly calculating, which took a lot out of him.
"If you want to live, you have to start using the sequence of gravity now. You have to maintain my calculations without external interference."
Whether they could survive or not all depended on whether Sunders' plan was correct or not.
Angor had no reason to refuse. If Sunders made a mistake in his calculations due to external interference, they would be dead for sure.
Angor chanted Spirit Mantra in his mind. As soon as his soul left his body, Angor used the sequence of gravity to create a gravity barrier around him and Sunders.
Just like when Toby was in the Shadow Cave, the gray fog around him could block all attacks from the outside world.
Angor could do the same. However, Toby was attacked by Snake Dowager, while Angor was caught by the space vortex. The two forces were completely different.
As soon as the gravity barrier appeared, Angor felt that he was about to fall.
He quickly increased the power of his sequence of gravity to keep the barrier stable.
With Angor's help, Sunders finally focused on his calculations. They managed to move faster, but the cost was also increasing.
Maintaining the gravity barrier was too difficult, especially when there were both attractive and repulsive forces. He felt like a weed swaying in the wind. If not for the shelter, he would have been uprooted long ago. However, the "shelter" could not hold for much longer. Angor could feel his sequence of gravity weakening. He did not know if he could hold on until they returned.
The "ticking" sound was still coming. Angor's face was getting paler and paler. His eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were all bleeding.
Even so, Angor did not dare to relax for even a second.
However, he was only an apprentice. Even if he had the sequence of gravity, it was impossible for him to find a balance point in this world.
Angor believed he could hold on for another 20 seconds, but there was still a long way to go before they reached the entrance.
At this moment, Angor clearly sensed that he was about to die.
20, 19, 18, 17 … 6, 5, 4 … 3, 2 …
The countdown was also a declaration of his death.
When the countdown reached the last second, Angor's face was covered in blood and despair.
Just at this critical moment — —
"It's done. Follow me!" Sunders suddenly spoke at the last second.
It was like a voice from heaven that one would hear when one was drowning in a sea of misery. Before Angor could realize what it meant, he felt someone grabbing his arm and speeding him up.
Instead of moving like a tortoise, Sunders dashed toward the entrance.
At the same time, the "death clock" hanging above their heads also began its "countdown". When the countdown ended, the space vortices merged and turned everything into nothingness.
This time, they were truly in a race against time.
Perhaps it was not their time yet. When the portal was about to be destroyed, Sunders successfully carried Angor, who was soaked in blood and sweat, out of the portal.
While Angor was gasping for air in the underground cave of Windwhisper Valley, the portal opened by the Section Ephemera suddenly released a bright light.
It looked like someone who failed to catch up to Angor and was using the light to express his dissatisfaction.
In the end, Angor and Sunders made it out of the deadly portal. The light represented annihilation, which only existed in unstable portals. The laws of the Abyss Plane did not allow annihilation to enter.
Therefore, they could only see the light but not feel the power of annihilation.
When the light faded away, the portal was completely closed.
After the dust settled, all the worries and fear returned to normal, and the surroundings became calm as if nothing had happened. Only the smell of blood and sweat still lingered in the air, indicating that their escape was not a dream.
While Angor was still lying on the ground like a salted fish, Sunders had already tidied himself up. He no longer looked like a messy man. He now looked like one of the most elegant nobles in the banquet.
If it weren't for Sunders' weariness, no one would know that they just went through a race against time.
"Well done," Sunders spoke in a low, sexy voice.
Angor lay on the ground and laughed.
He knew that he must be smiling foolishly, but he couldn't think of an expression to express the joy of surviving a disaster. Only by smiling could he show how happy he was and how lucky he was.
After the horror, joy, and pure joy, there was only emptiness, relief, and confusion.
Angor was still lying on the ground like a salted fish. Sunders didn't urge him. Neither of them said anything. While Sunders was thinking, Angor tried to recover from the emptiness in his body.
When he felt a little bit stronger, he slowly sat up.
"Teacher, what happened just now? What happened? Why did the tunnel break like a mirror? "Angor asked the question he had been wondering for a long time.
Sunders did not answer right away. Instead, he said, "Clean yourself first, then talk to me."
He looked down and saw the pungent smell of blood and sweat permeating the air.
He smiled embarrassedly and hurriedly gathered the water and wind elements, using the Cleanse spell to clean up the dirt on his body.
"And your hair," said Sunders.
Angor touched his head. Not only was it greasy and tangled, but it was also as messy as a chicken coop.
He spent another few minutes cleaning himself up. With his hair still wet and sticking to his forehead, he asked, "Professor, was it because the space here is unstable?"
"It has nothing to do with the space here. Something must have happened to the portal." Sunders couldn't explain it because this was the first time he encountered something like this.
He had crossed worlds many times before, but this was the first time he used a Section Ephemera to do so.
"We'll try again later to see if it's an accident."
"Again?" Angor was a little scared. He didn't want to go back to the wizarding world right now. Sunders nodded.
He did ask Greya about how to use Section Ephemera, but he didn't hear anything like this. He believed it was a single incident.
Or maybe it was just bad luck.
"Speaking of which, I've been having bad luck ever since I left the Overwatch Base … I don't know what's going on."
Sunders didn't think too much about it. He just thought it was a coincidence.
"Take a rest today and recover. We'll talk again tomorrow."
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