After Lin Ming and his group stepped through the light gate, they immediately sensed the space around them shaking violently.
The tremors were far more violent than any Spatial Rift they had passed through before, as though they were traveling through the esophagus of some ancient beast.
The surrounding Spatial Turbulence churned like raging waves, letting out deep hums. From time to time, they could even hear one or two shrill howls of wind, as if something were being torn apart in the void.
The people from the Dragon Battle Palace wore tense expressions, each of them pushing their spiritual energy defenses to the limit.
Forcibly traveling through space was extremely dangerous. If the passage could not withstand the strain and collapsed, all of them would be swept into the Spatial Turbulence, with little chance of survival.
Fortunately, no mishaps occurred along the way. After the Spatial Fluctuations continued for more than a dozen breaths, they gradually calmed, and their vision swiftly became broad and bright.
Their feet finally touched solid ground.
The instant their feet landed, everyone reflexively surged all the spiritual energy in their bodies outward, forming layer upon layer of defenses around themselves.
Spiritual light blazed from the Southern Heavenly King's golden heavy armor, True Dragon Patterns surfaced on Long Qingyue's body of their own accord, and even the three Dragon Battle Palace elders each unleashed their strongest protective divine abilities.
Only after waiting several breaths and confirming that nothing unusual was happening around them did they dare cast their gazes forward.
As their eyes swept across the area, the people of the Dragon Battle Palace were slightly stunned.
What stood before them was an ancient hall of unimaginable grandeur.
The hall was so enormous that it surpassed everyone's imagination. From afar, its main structure resembled a