A spatial fluctuation far beyond Zhang Chen's imagination erupted within his body. His entire body, soul included, was drawn into the Spatial Divine Artifact formed from Abhoth's Skull. With no protective measures whatsoever, Zhang Chen's severely injured body underwent the skull's preconfigured point-to-point transfer.
"Ah..."
The consecutive crossings between world layers made Zhang Chen feel as though his soul were about to be torn into pieces.
Before him stretched a black passage filled with countless starlike specks. In the blink of an eye, the transfer was over, yet to Zhang Chen, it felt like an entire year of physical torture.
"You finally made it. Blood Night, let him rest properly and ensure his body recovers perfectly.
Judging from this, we crossed more than just two layers of spatial passages. The energy inside the skull was completely drained. Is Xing Can really that powerful? It seems Taotie's abilities have improved again. I thought an old fellow like him had been trapped at his bottleneck for a thousand years and would find it difficult to change. Otherwise, Brother Zhang Chen would not have ended up in such a miserable state... Get some proper rest."
Zhang Chen's arms had been severed, his abdomen pierced by the Black Tongue Sword, and much of his life force had leaked away. On top of that, he had crossed space without any protection, leaving even his soul utterly exhausted.
He saw that he had arrived in a sealed, frigid prison. A man with a flower mark on his cheek entered his field of vision. Then, due to the overwhelming exhaustion of his soul and the severity of his injuries, Zhang Chen could not help but close his eyes.
"Where is this?"
Zhang Chen's eyes showed signs of stirring. He moved the five fingers of both hands