Jorghan looked around the featureless white space, analyzing, planning.
"You think I'm trapped in here with you. You should realize the truth: you're trapped in here with me."
"I'm not inside the space," Wei Lin replied, his voice carrying confidence.
"I control it from outside. You're alone in there, powerless to affect anything in—"
Jorghan's blood essence exploded outward with force that made reality scream.
The pocket dimension wasn't a truly separate universe. It was a folded space, reality bent and twisted into a configuration that created the illusion of an isolated zone. But it was still part of the same fundamental reality, still connected to normal space through the dimensional barriers Wei Lin maintained.
And barriers could be broken.
