Just as he squeezed into the fissure, Fang Hao felt something was wrong. It felt like being thrown into a giant, high-speed tumble dryer. All around, there were chaotic, tearing forces. At one moment, it was an extreme cold that could freeze a person into an icicle; the next, it was a scorching heat that seemed to melt the bone marrow. In between, there were countless invisible, incredibly sharp space fragments, scraping "swish, swish" against his protective spiritual light and Chaos Spiritual Power, emitting a teeth-aching friction sound.
"Damn it, is this a space fissure, or a teleportation array to the Earth's core furnace?" Fang Hao's vision was a kaleidoscope of bizarre colors, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He could only desperately urge his Chaos Spiritual Power and the Ink Cloud Banner to tightly protect his body. That Mysterious Turtle Spiritual Armor was already emitting an unbearable "creaking" sound, its spiritual light rapidly dimming.
