Mao Feiyang reacted swiftly, frantically wiping his feet and sprinting across the twisted ripples: "Damn, Amon is so vicious, even sends you gifts with pitfalls? That's too unkind!"
"Idiot!" Kuai Hongji cursed, "Without this trick, this layer would have long been taken by others!"
"This is the final defense mechanism; to claim it, you must enter the game yourself! But if you're not close to Amon or familiar with his design concept, you'll be taken along with it in the final moment, becoming a soul within the layer, which will then unfold anew!"
"Otherwise, where do these 'Mist Chasing Light Seekers' that aren't transformed from notes and melodies come from? Do you think they just rely on the attraction of the layer?"
Mao Feiyang suddenly realized as fear washed over him: "Damn chicken, the conditions are harsh!"
