After a slight bout of dizziness, his blurred vision gradually cleared, revealing a desolate area that had clearly been baptized by artillery fire.
Lin Feng lowered his head. The ground beneath his feet was charred black, metal fragments lay scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with the faint scent of gunpowder.
Behind Lin Feng stood a Space Gate that flickered with fluorescent light.
At the center of the Space Gate, the air was incredibly viscous, nearly condensed into substance itself. The concentration of spiritual energy was more than a thousand times that of the outside world.
This was an exceptional sacred ground for cultivation. Unfortunately, the spiritual energy here was difficult to absorb, because the energy fluctuations were too violent and the space was extremely unstable.
If someone launched an attack here, it would very easily cause Spatial Rifts to appear. It might even cause space itself to collapse.
Of course, before space collapsed, the most likely outcome was that the culprit would be swallowed into the turbulent currents of space.
After Lin Feng and Wang Mian appeared, they almost simultaneously left this oppressive, unsafe area.
"Someone is watching us."
The moment they stopped, Wang Mian beside him gave a reminder, his gaze turning toward the northwest.
Less than five hundred meters away stood a small wooden cabin. Two members of the alien race sat outside its door, staring at them in surprise, seemingly astonished by their arrival.
After their surprise faded, they rapidly beat their Spiritual Energy Wings, intending to flee.
Yet before they could rise into the air, one of the alien race members vanished, replaced by a figure dressed in a black robe.
"Substitute!"
A terrified cry rang out.
This unusual Space Soul Skill and its effect were known to everyone across Shenwu Continent.
It was