The teleportation process was an indescribable feeling.
It felt as if thousands of hands were tearing at him from all directions, eager to shred him to pieces.
However, the robust spiritual power enveloping his entire body from the formation resisted this tearing force fiercely.
Ye Zhen's nerves were taut with tension. It was his first time using an ancient teleportation formation, and he was a little nervous.
Ye Zhen silently counted, and when he reached nine hundred, the pulling force around him abruptly vanished. The brilliance before his eyes gradually stabilized into a faint blue light.
"Are we... there?" Hu Qingtong's timid voice rang out. When Ye Zhen looked over, Hu Qingtong's face was somewhat pale, seemingly very nervous.
Ye Zhen instinctively tried to hold Hu Qingtong's slender hand, but she swiftly evaded, causing Ye Zhen to smile wryly.
"We should be there..." Even Zhu Hong, who was usually boisterous, seemed somewhat timid; the unknown always brings fear.
