The dizziness brought on by the ultra-long-distance teleportation had not yet fully faded when Jeming already felt the desolate and rock-hard texture beneath his feet.
The free-flowing Elements in the air were extremely thin, carrying a kind of dry, rusty smell.
He lifted his eyes and looked around; all about him was a boundless dark-red wasteland, and at the end of the horizon he could occasionally see massive Metal structures half-buried in the soil.
"So this is the Ship Plane." Jeming understood.
He was all too familiar with this kind of war base remodeled from an abandoned Plane.
Space Stabilization was excellent, suitable for large-scale troop assembly; the only drawback was the scarcity of free Elements. It was regarded as the primary military base for Wizards waging Plane War.
Buzz!!!
The air trembled continuously, and teleportation light kept flaring up around him.
