Zhao Guang felt a sudden blur before his eyes, only able to sense a regulated fluctuation of space, but the power was immense. By the time Zhao Guang could feel himself being transferred through space, it was too late to do anything else.
After all, this was a space passage, and if he acted recklessly, the consequences would be far more severe.
"I didn't expect such power; who could be plotting against me?"
"Wait, that feeling just now—it must be someone from the Temple." Zhao Guang squinted slightly, roughly understanding whose handiwork this special space teleportation array was.
To pull off something like this, it must be an incredibly powerful organization.
Besides the Silver Tower where he belonged, not many other organizations could manage this.
