The blinding blue light faded away, and the twisted sense of space receded like a tide.
Jeming stood firmly on the ground. After a moment of dizziness, he opened his eyes.
According to the previously planned action strategy, Jeming activated the Talisman Witchcraft the instant the teleportation ended.
In the blink of an eye, three layers of shields, each with different colors, appeared around him.
Not until then did Jeming have the time to carefully observe his surroundings. The originally crowded square full of people had vanished, and in front of him was only a desolate wasteland.
Jeming was standing on a vast plain, with a gray, rugged rocky ground below and a mysterious forest shrouded in dense fog in the distance.
Further away, jagged mountain peaks stood like skeletal remains.
The air was filled with a scorching, sulfuric smell mixed with the scent of decaying unfamiliar vegetation, giving one a primitive and wild impact.
"Huh?"
