No one knew where a Spatial Rift led. Not even Deke himself could determine where it would take them.
It might appear in any plane among the Infinite Planes. It might appear in a void region of empty space. Or it might lead directly into a Spatial Torrent, where the torrent would smash both body and soul into a pile of fragments.
The strongest Wizards present were only Level 2 Wizards. Only those who had reached at least the Demigod Rank had any chance of surviving within a Spatial Torrent.
Only by becoming a Level 4 Lifeform could one roam freely through the Infinite Planes and truly possess the strength to survive alone in the void.
But everyone here was still far too weak. Entering the Spatial Rift was a gamble that depended entirely on luck.
The place beyond the Spatial Rift changed every moment. Entering it one second might lead directly to the Wizard Plane; entering it the next might turn one into fragments without even feeling pain.
Thus, the fates facing the dozen or so Wizards present could be completely different. Some might be fortunate enough to survive.
But they all understood that the vast majority of them would head toward death. Perhaps every single one of them would die.
Yet they had no room to choose. That terrifying energy fluctuation was rapidly eroding the hastily constructed defensive energy barrier.
If they did not leave in time, they would be instantly devoured by that energy.
Even death-substitution items would be useless, because such a violent Energy Storm could not possibly subside in a short time.
Even if they escaped one disaster with a death-substitution item, they would be killed again by the Energy Storm in the next instant.
Unless someone could revive endlessly, they could only endure until