An endless path of stars extended before his eyes.
Blitz felt like he had turned into a lump of mud, a lump of mud that anyone could knead as they pleased.
Treacherous and unpredictable spatial energy assaulted him from all directions. Thousands of gravitational waves acted on Blitz's frail insect body, immediately tearing him to pieces. Blitz's relatively intact body disintegrated into millions of tiny black beetles, barely gathering into a ball of black smoke, which prevented him from being pulled away by the gravitational waves.
If not for the protection of the teleportation spell formation, Blitz would have long since been torn to pieces by the spatial distortions on his body, and then pulled into different parts of the void.
This was all thanks to Alice, who was in charge of the teleportation spell formation.
If Alice had the strength of a Grade 4 being, she would naturally be able to use spatial energy proficiently. That way, the person being teleported would only have to bear a small amount of the spatial energy to successfully teleport across planes.
It was a pity that Alice only had the strength of a Grade 1 being, and in order to avoid a severe spatial backlash, she had intentionally reduced the defensive capabilities of the teleportation spell formation. Just like that, Blitz, who had been sent out as the vanguard, could only frantically control his Undying Bug Body, using it to dispel the immense pressure he had to bear.
It was as though he was traversing a continuously extending path of stars. The black smoke that Blitz had transformed into was sometimes stretched into a long strip, sometimes squeezed into a meat patty, and sometimes twisted into a fried dough twist … On the long path of stars, Blitz was like an unkillable cockroach, enduring all kinds of terrifying abuse.
He had no chance to resist at all, and could only endure it in silence.
Fortunately, no matter how long the journey was, there would come a day when the end would come.
Finally, with the sudden explosion of a strange incantation, a narrow crack suddenly appeared on the path of stars. Through the spatial membrane formed by the plane barrier, Blitz could vaguely see the strange and dazzling continent on the other side of the crack.
But before Blitz could hesitate, the layer of starlight wrapped around his body carried him through, rushing into the spatial crack.
… …
The grass was green, and the sky was blue.
Karyek's sky was always so clear.
The warm spring breeze blew through the wild grass. Red, blue, purple, yellow … All sorts of flowers were mixed in the lush green grass, looking exceptionally beautiful from afar.
However, in the middle of this beautiful painting, a spatial rift less than two meters long suddenly split open. As the terrifying Void Hurricane blew out from the crack, the grass, wildflowers, seeds, and roots were sliced into fine powder as if an invisible razor had cut through it. Then, the powder was instantly scattered into the distance.
In the midst of this powder, there were naturally some strange black squirming creatures.
The spatial crack only lasted for about three quarters of a finger before it was restored to its original state by the powerful healing power of the plane. However, in this short period of time, the Void Hurricanes and Space Turbulence had already caused massive and irreparable damage to the land.
The grass was flattened, and the ground began to crack. Strange spatial distortions caused the space-time here to become somewhat distorted. Any creature that accidentally intruded into this place could be attacked by the spatial distortion and be sucked into the alternate dimension.
Without the protection of a powerful force, ordinary creatures would not be able to withstand the abnormal changes in space. The moment they were sucked into the spatial distortion would be the moment their bodies disintegrated and their lives perished.
In another region five miles away from the teleportation point, Blitz gathered his consciousness with great difficulty, sending out insect language to the surroundings to gather.
Finally, after a quarter of an hour, Blitz, who had barely gathered half of his body, crawled out of the bushes with difficulty. In the sparse forest around him, puffs of black smoke were gathering from all directions, once again entering his body.
An indescribable pressure and suffocation pressed down on Blitz's heart, making it difficult for him to think normally. The Wizard Power in his body was suppressed to the point where it was difficult for him to use it. If not for the fact that he had the Immortal Worm Body and did not need to rely on the air of the outside world to sustain his life, even taking deep breaths here would have been a luxury.
Plane suppression!
Blitz instantly understood what he was facing.
He had already arrived in another plane, so what he was facing now was the constant suppression of the plane's consciousness. He had already expected such a situation before he set off.
It opened its ugly mouth and spat out a simple and unadorned spatial ring. Then, it put it on its thick left pinky finger.
Blitz chanted the spell incantation, taking five fingers to retrieve the Deception Pearl and the metal ball from the ring. In the Magus World, he would only need a thought to retrieve the items from the Space Ring. But here, he had spent five fingers' worth of time.
The moment the spell was completed, Blitz felt the Wizard Power in his body visibly drain away.
Such an insignificant process consumed very little mana. In the Magus World, he could absorb the drifting elemental energy in the space to replenish his mana in an insignificant amount of time.
But here … He could only feel his Wizard Power draining away, not replenishing it.
Blitz's expression changed slightly, and he closed his eyes to sense the surroundings.
With his Magus rank spiritual force, he could still sense the existence of the drifting elemental energy in the space. However, his spiritual force estimated that the concentration of elemental particles here was only 16% of the Magus World's. With such a thin concentration of elemental particles, a Magus' passive absorption was no longer enough to maintain the recovery of Wizard Power.
If he wanted to recover his Wizard Power, he would probably have to enter deep meditation to truly replenish it.
Damned low-magic world …
Blitz cursed in anger, and picked up the Deception Pearl. The moment the pearl touched his insect body, Blitz could clearly feel the plane suppression lessen by more than half, and even his breathing became smoother.
Blitz thought for a moment, then opened his mouth and swallowed the Deception Orb.
This thing had to come into contact with his body to take effect. Swallowing it would be safe, and he could come into full contact with it. Why not?
Blitz then grabbed the metal ball with his brownish-yellow insect tentacles and looked at it. The five crystals embedded on the side were all dim, and only the first one was flashing rhythmically, looking no different from a human breathing.
This thing could not be placed into the Space Ring, or else it would never be able to absorb the void energy it required.
Blitz hesitated for a moment, then used his insect tentacles to tear open the carapace on his chest with difficulty, burying the metal ball within. At this moment, there was a strange sound of earth being drilled in the forest. Immediately, fifteen Stinger Scorpions the size of mastiffs broke out of the soil and crawled in front of Blitz.
"With you all, I have the entire world!"
Blitz looked at his powerful insect army with satisfaction. With a wave of his insect tentacles, he led them into the depths of the forest.
… …
Half a day later.
Just as the surroundings of the teleportation point had calmed down, a strange noise suddenly broke the silence.
Soon after, a strange black dot flew over at high speed, sticking close to the bottom of the clouds.
As the black dot grew larger and clearer, it turned out to be a crudely made strange aircraft that made one's hair stand on end.
This was an ugly gnome helicopter made mainly of light and sturdy wood, with mechanical gears as its core components.
The body of the gnome helicopter was made to look like a gnome's head, with a layer of yellow paint on the outside. There was a four-wing propeller made of metal blades on the body. The terrifying noise just now was caused by the crazy rotation of this huge propeller, which stirred the air.
The belly of this gnome helicopter wasn't big, and could only fit one ordinary human.
However, when the gnome helicopter landed on the devastated land, two little gnomes wearing vests, leather pants, leather boots, and goggles jumped out from the belly of the helicopter.
Stepping on the barren, hard soil where no green could be seen at all, old man Tok lit his pipe. After circling around the teleportation point for a while, he couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, my eyelids have been twitching since yesterday. I knew that something bad would happen today … Damn it, damn it, damn it … Mosadin, hurry up, go back to the village and tell the others that there might be some alien plane monsters nearby. Tell them to be careful …"
The one who spoke was an old gnome who seemed to be in his 40s. Compared to humans, this age was equivalent to that of an 80-year-old old man.
On the other hand, Mosadin, who came with him, was just a 7 or 8-year-old gnome. He looked young and immature, and was not afraid at all.
"Father Torc, how did you find out that there's a monster?"
Mosadin also followed Father Torc for a few rounds, but he didn't find any abnormal traces. The grassland within a radius of half a mile around the teleportation point had been leveled, and fine debris was thrown a few miles away. Even if there were any traces, they might have been annihilated by the violent Nether Storm.
Therefore, he was very curious about the basis of Father Torc's judgment.
However, at the next moment, his forehead was hit hard by the big smoking pipe.
"What proof do you need? Can't you see that the dimensional barrier was broken by someone from the outside? This is not a place where the space is weak, and there can't be a natural space hole here. Someone must have broken in … "The more Father Torc spoke, the angrier he became. He waved his big smoking pipe and wanted to attack again, but the little gnome Mosadin had already dodged away.
"Maybe that monster has already been destroyed by the Nether Storm!" Mosadin retorted angrily as he climbed up the gnome helicopter with difficulty. "Didn't you say that very few creatures could survive in the Nether Storm?"
Father Torc hesitated for a while. He shaded his eyes with his hand as he glanced at the lush jungle in the distance, and couldn't help but mutter, "It'd be great if the other party really died in the Nether Storm. What I'm worried about is … if the other party didn't die, then it would be our disaster. None of the fellas that could enter our world from the Nether Storm are easy to deal with … "
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