"Such formidable strength!"
Li Yan had already taken in the scene before him. He knew that in that instant just now, he had actually first been swept into a teleportation array before being transported here.
But the other party's movements had flowed like drifting clouds and running water. Even the act of activating the teleportation array had been far too seamless, without the slightest pause.
That was why Li Yan had felt as though, with just a sweep of the other party's sleeve, he and Tang Feng had appeared here. He had not even managed to see where the teleportation array within that side hall had been set up.
This was a wilderness. Beneath the dim yellow sky, only scattered patches of needle-like vegetation could be seen in the surroundings, sparsely strewn across the land.
Beneath their feet lay coarse brown sand and gravel. As far as the eye could see, the empty, boundless wilderness held only the occasional cool gust of wind, blowing fine stones, sand, and rootless wild grass ever farther away...
There were no auras of other cultivators or demon beasts. Everywhere was vast desolation and solitude. Li Yan and Tang Feng stood at the edge of the desert, with a towering mountain rising behind them.
Above their heads was a dark-red hollow. They had descended from there; it was the teleportation entrance and exit of this place.
Facing the immense wilderness ahead, Li Yan felt as though the two of them had just stepped into an incomparably vast valley!
The light here was also dim and yellow. Li Yan did not know why Soul Cultivators favored such gloomy colors, which made one feel deeply oppressed.
At the sight of this endless desolation, Li Yan could not help recalling that underground corridor of the Soul Prison Clan.