"Cong Nanxue, it's your move." Li Baiyu closed her eyes tightly, silently chanting in the depths of her heart. Each word felt like a heavy boulder, stirring up waves of turbulence in her deathly still inner world. The voice carried an inescapable urgency, as if it was a cry from the depths of her soul, hammering her relentlessly to respond immediately.
She could clearly feel that time was pressing like a taut string stretched to the limit, each passing second a sharp blade mercilessly slicing away the hope of escape for everyone. This four-dimensional consciousness matrix was like an extremely precise trap, interwoven with countless complex energy silk threads, radiating a mysterious and chilling glow, like ghosts from another world lurking in the darkness.
