Lin Yi was taken aback for a moment, but then realized it was indeed the case.
As expected, after progressing a bit further through the mist, the ground beneath Mao Feiyang's feet also became soft. At first, it was like treading on decayed wooden boards, but it soon turned into loose sand, which then began to feel like dry silt...
"Great, is the 'Layer Transition' about to finish?"
"Finish? It's still ongoing..." Mao Feiyang muttered.
Lin Yi noticed that Mao Feiyang's tone was somewhat low, as if he was speaking through clenched teeth.
Upon closer inspection, the veins on Mao Feiyang's temple were throbbing, and Lin Yi's heart suddenly tightened. He suddenly realized that, since he wasn't the one involved, he couldn't comprehend how much energy Maozi was expending as he moved through this place.
"Heh heh heh..." From Mao Feiyang's throat came a rough, low chuckle.
