The aftershocks of the teleportation were like an invisible giant hand, violently clenching everyone's insides.
Dizziness, nausea, a sense of weightlessness... The familiar side effects washed over them like a tide.
The dazzling white light faded. The ground beneath their feet was no longer the solid alloy floor of the Martial Arts Room, but soft, dark red soil that carried the scent of rust.
"HUMMM—"
The power armor's life-support system let out a soft hum, quickly filtering the thin gas that permeated the air, a gas with a sickly sweet, metallic odor.
Even so, the side effects of Subspace Teleportation still made many students double over, letting out pained, dry heaves.
"Straighten up!"
Wu Shangfeng's cold voice rang through everyone's comms channel like a sharp blow. "Regulate your breathing, circulate your Spiritual Energy, and adapt to the gravity! On the battlefield, no one is going to give you a minute to adjust!"
