On the one hand, Fang Zhen could feel the tension, excitement, and impulsiveness welling up inside him. He felt all these emotions, no different from any normal person.
But on the other hand, Fang Zhen felt as if his consciousness existed on a higher plane. It was like a raging sea, whipping up storms, hurricanes, and tsunamis with its violent winds and surging waves, yet utterly unable to affect the serene, jade-like moon hanging high in the sky.
Fang Zhen's emotions and impulses were the raging sea, while his consciousness was the moon, observing and controlling everything from a higher dimension.
In this state, Fang Zhen was unaffected by fear or impulse. His movements took on a strange, aesthetic quality as he calmly continued with his plan, loading another Crossbow Arrow.
The Kobolds charged forward. Five remained. The one at the very front was a Dogman Miner, brandishing its pickaxe less than six meters away from Fang Zhen.
