After trying three more times in succession, Qin He stopped.
This ship was not solid at all. It was the projection of some terrifying colossal being in this realm, wrapped in Space Law so powerful it was beyond belief.
Unless one could bend the rules of space, fleeing until the end of time would be futile.
Qin He was quite helpless about this as well.
He had mastered several spatial divine abilities, but he was still far from being able to contend with the rules of space.
He tried taking out the communication Jade Tablet given by the Dragon Clan. Spiritual power flowed from his fingertips into it, yet the tablet did not emit the faintest glimmer, only exuding a dead, icy chill.
In a place wrapped in Space Law, this thing was no different from a broken stone picked up by the seashore.
The sinister lands of the Upper Realm truly were even more wicked than the strange horrors within the Abyss.
The moment that thought crossed his mind, darkness surged in like a tide and swallowed him whole in an instant.
A violent sensation of weightlessness struck him. Qin He felt as though someone had pushed him from a towering building ten thousand feet high, while cries of alarm and screams exploded beside his ears.
Some cried, "Save me!" Others cursed the Dragon Clan's ancestors for eighteen generations. The chaos was like poking a hornet's nest.
Qin He's heart tightened. He hurriedly focused his mind and gathered his energy, lightly stepping twice through the void with both feet before finally steadying his tottering body.
The sight before him made his pupils contract sharply.
Above was an inky blackness too dense to dissolve, without even a trace of starlight.
Below was a churning Blackwater Mire, bubbling and gurgling. The