Yu Xing felt a powerful force tugging at him from every direction. It wasn't acting on his body, but on his very existence.
The world around him twisted and stretched in an instant, its colors blending into a chaotic vortex.
A piercing shriek filled his ears as space was forcibly torn apart, accompanied by the endlessly prolonged echoes of the deacons' prayers.
He steadied his mind and relaxed his resistance to the space around him, allowing the force to envelop and drag him along. In his awareness, he seemed to become a pebble tossed into a rushing river, hurtling through an extremely unstable passage carved out by divine power.
Beyond the passage lay a kaleidoscope of colors and the unsettling currents of the void.
Every so often, vague, enormous shadows swept past the edge of the passage, radiating an ominous aura.
He had no idea how much time had passed. Perhaps it was only an instant.
A faint point of light suddenly appeared in the chaos ahead. It rapidly grew larger, eventually becoming a disturbing scene shrouded in gray-green mist.
The pull beneath their feet abruptly vanished, and they began to fall.
The next moment, all three stumbled out of midair almost simultaneously and landed on solid ground.
The teleportation was over.
Beneath their feet was no longer the smooth flagstone of the church, but soft, damp earth blanketed in rotting leaves. A thick stench of humus, mold, and some indescribable, sickly-sweet odor washed over them, so overpowering it nearly made them retch.
Yu Xing quickly regained his balance and scanned his surroundings.
They were in an incredibly dense forest.
Ancient trees soared overhead, their tangled canopies blotting out the sky and breaking it into fragments. Only a few pale, filtered rays of gray-green light struggled through, creating the feeling