The world spun violently.
Multicolored lights twisted like raging rivers before bursting apart. Jiang Chen felt a tremendous force seize his body and hurl him outward like a stone shot from a catapult.
A moment later his back slammed into dry earth. Dust rose as his body rolled across the cracked riverbed of Sunken Moon Valley, the same place where he had entered the black market.
Jiang Chen had not even drawn a full breath before danger arrived.
A terrifying pressure descended from above. The shadow of a massive weapon blotted the moonlight.
A giant iron hammer crashed toward his skull with the force of a collapsing star.
The man wielding it had clearly exited the market earlier and hidden nearby like a hunter crouching beside a trap. Anyone who emerged from the vortex in confusion would become prey to his ruthless strike.
