Ding Hao took a deep breath, took five steps forward, which was 35 cuns long, and then stopped. Though it was just 35 cuns, Ding Hao felt that he seemed to have crossed countless spaces. The scene in front of him had changed. Crimson wilderness and endless streets had disappeared, replaced by boundless darkness. Ding Hao did not know where he was.
What a terrible inscription magic formation.
"Go on, take 10 steps to the right, each seven cuns long."
Ding Hao nodded, found the direction, and stepped again.
At the end of these 10 steps, he was still in the dark and couldn't see anything. However, there was a whirring wind in his ear. His hair fluttered and the air he inhaled also became much fresher, not as dull as before.
"Very good. Listen up, then act quickly three steps forward
