Glug.
The sound of several people swallowing echoed, unmistakably clear in the silence.
Yi Lin's gaze remained fixed, staring at the black cube in his hand.
The black cube slowly rotated in Yi Lin's palm, like a black hole. Its surface lacked any texture and bore no light effects. Yet, it captivated everyone's attention, ensnaring their minds.
Worried that he might lose the chance to claim "The First Base of the World" during this moment of hesitation, Yi Lin didn't linger on that thought for long. He immediately concentrated, gently pressing his finger on the spinning black cube.
Suddenly.
The instant Yi Lin's finger touched the black cube, everything around him froze, descending into utter silence.
A blink later.
In less than a second, when Yi Lin opened his eyes again, he found himself high in the sky.
Beside him, the blizzards continued to rage but were eerily silent.
