The light of teleportation wrapped tightly around Li Ziran. Teleportation, ordinarily nothing unusual, now felt like childbirth, pressure from every direction squeezing him forward.
Behind him, black flames blazed fiercely. The dense fog of Thorn Prison had completely turned to grease, sputtering and pulsing.
The various vicious creatures bound to the Cross struggled with everything they had to break free, but their restraints held them fast.
Scorching heat seeped through space into the Teleportation Array, making the entire passageway thick and viscous.
The teleportation should have taken only seconds, yet it now felt as though several centuries had passed.
Roars, the crackle of flames, the sounds of collapse.
The world behind him was plunging completely into apocalypse, and that apocalyptic aura chased Li Ziran through the teleportation passage like fire burning a dog's tail.
Whoosh!
At that moment, a whiff of alcohol rushed into the scorched stench, like a Savior pulling Li Ziran out of that near-destroyed world.
Rows of jujube-red wine barrels, scorching alcoholic fumes, and a spacious, brightly lit central aisle.
It was clean to an absurd degree. A wine cellar, the most ordinary sort of wine cellar in the Red Maple Hills of Hippo Ancient City, yet at this moment, it was undoubtedly a land of gospel.
Li Ziran turned around. There were no ferocious beasts roaring, no terrifying sight of towering flames—only a fountain-like mass of teleportation energy constantly pulsing.
He smiled to himself. He had escaped, but he knew that behind this Teleportation Array, destruction and slaughter of the same scale were taking place.
Pop!
Cavis emerged from the Teleportation Array as if surfacing from water. Soren came right after him, practically crawling out with his face against Cavis's backside.
It had to be said, this deputy director of the Inquisition possessed an escape instinct