Chen Lun led the seven squad members directly into the midst of the spatial turbulence.
The hazy, twisted vista of dark blue immediately shot backward, and everyone felt as if their bodies were being dragged by hundreds, if not thousands, of hands, an inexplicable pulling force coming at them from all directions.
Time created an illusion that was hard to gauge, as if several minutes had passed, and yet it felt like only a few seconds.
When everyone came to their senses, they found themselves standing in the middle of a spacious wheat field.
A gentle breeze was caressing their faces, very comfortable.
Surrounding them were wheat seedlings that hadn't been sown long ago, a sight full of lush greenery.
In the distance stood scarecrows in the wheat field, long fences, a row of farmhouses, and the silhouette of a cluster of buildings at the end.
"Where is this place?"
Welles asked in a deep voice, looking around at the scenery.
