However, at this moment, what they were in seemed more like a forcibly torn, yet to stabilize, temporary rift filled with violent spatial turbulence!
"Ah—!" Su Xiaowan let out a short scream, then shut her eyes tightly, her face turning pale as her stomach churned violently. The intense dizziness and feeling of weightlessness made her feel like she was being tossed uncontrollably in a spinning drum, about to be torn to pieces in the next second.
Lin Wan'er held the unconscious Bai Ling'er tightly in her arms, using all of her already limited Spiritual Power to form a thin, green shield around Bai Ling'er, while gritting her teeth against the spatial pressure that seemed about to crush her bones. She could clearly feel the small body in her arms being cold and weak, like a candle that could extinguish at any moment, which made her terribly anxious yet helpless.
