The stifling sensation of space wrapped around Zhao Yi, as if he were trapped in a quagmire.
Clearly, there was nothing around, yet that invisible sense of oppression kept pressing in on him.
Zhao Yi understood that it was the male protagonist's Space Law constantly shrinking this pocket of space.
Then.
Pressure seemed to come relentlessly from all directions, issuing a terrifying force toward Zhao Yi.
Seeing Zhao Yi's current state, an unprecedented smile appeared on the male protagonist's face.
"If I recall correctly, this is probably the first time you're so embarrassed in front of me. Seeing you like this is nothing short of delightful."
"I'm utilizing my Space Law quite well, aren't I? The world you're in is about to cut you into pieces, leaving you to die in ultimate terror, and you're unable to move, watching your own death unfold before your eyes."
