'Does everyone hear a similar assessment before entering the Inner Tower? Did they meet these so-called "teleportation requirements"?'
A series of questions flashed through Lin Ming's mind. At that moment, the surrounding scenery suddenly began to distort. Lin Ming felt the world spin, and his body seemed to fly up like a piece of fluff carried away by a fierce wind.
He couldn't feel any weight. His Internal Organs felt as if they were being folded seven or eight times along with the distorted space. The sensation was so nauseating it made him want to vomit.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Ming's head suddenly felt heavy, and he crashed hard onto a solid surface. Reaching out to touch it, he was surprised by a Scorching sensation.
"Is this... the Inner Tower of the Witch God Tower?"
Lin Ming rubbed his aching head and looked up. The sight shocked him. There was no Witch God Tower anywhere; he was surrounded by a world of crimson.
