Xia Feng only felt the world spin, and the air suddenly became thick.
It was like cotton soaked in blood blocking his nasal cavity, and his hair was floating upward in a strange arc, as if invisible cobwebs were weaving a net above his head, only to then shatter.
Xia Feng could feel himself crashing through layer upon layer of membranes, continuously falling.
What the hell is this place?
He forced his blood-soaked eyes open, and what met his gaze was nothing but a sea of blood red.
It seemed to be a very long tunnel, with spiderweb-like cracks on the sides, and dark red mist incessantly spewing from the seams.
"Gurgle gurgle—"
The sound of Star Mist water flows filled his ears, the sticky noise rushing into Xia Feng's eardrums, as if thousands of tongues were licking at his membranes, somewhat nauseating.
"Whoosh—"
