After completing its mission, the teleportation array completely turned into a charred wreckage.
And Tu Hu, who entered the space rift, felt as though he had been thrown into a bizarre and fanciful pipeline.
All around were twisted colorful lines flying backward at high speed, as if countless colors were being mixed and torn here.
His perception became chaotic, the teleportation speed was sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and at times felt stagnant, while a strong sense of dizziness constantly assaulted his consciousness.
What frightened him even more was that outside the colorful tunnel barriers, huge space reverse flow vortices would occasionally appear without warning.
Each close proximity flash would make Tu Hu's face turn pale.
"Stay calm, stay calm... the sacrificial power can't be wasted."
He tightly clutched the Dream Weaving Crystal Stone, praying madly in his heart.
