His body floated in midair. Qin Fengming suddenly felt an icy chill sweep through him, while all he could see was an expanse filled with dust whose exact substance was impossible to make out.
Amid the dust that obscured his vision beyond a short distance, Qin Fengming suddenly felt an aura of intense rotational grinding violently engulf his body, as though tough vines were constantly tightening around and lashing him.
Although the chill and the raging force were not fatal, they still gave Qin Fengming the sensation that his skin was about to split.
Through his hazy perception, Qin Fengming seemed to sense several indistinct figures flickering around him. Yet even after he urged his divine sense to its utmost, the figures remained extremely unclear, seeming to exist and not exist at once.
"This Teleportation Array was actually set up in such a place, with dust filling the sky."
Qin Fengming stabilized himself and probed his surroundings with all his might. Before long, he saw a Teleportation Array not far below, likewise radiating a terrifying spatial aura as it operated amid the dust.
Qin Fengming did not know where this place was. But he understood that setting up a Teleportation Array in such an environment would require an astronomical number of demonic cores—certainly counted in the hundreds of millions.
This Teleportation Array had naturally been set up by Fairy Feng Qian. It had been operating ever since it was first established. In just a few short years, judging by Qin Fengming's estimation, it should already have consumed several tens of billions of demonic cores.
Qin Fengming could certainly set up such a Teleportation Array here, but asking him to take out over ten billion demonic cores for it to consume was not a decision he could make lightly.
Of course,