Han Feng felt his vision go black.
His consciousness was instantly pulled into a gray, hazy, isolated space.
In the center of the space, a phantom lay prone.
It looked like a cat.
No, that was a tiger, shrunk countless times over.
Its body was translucent and listless.
It let out a weak cry at Han Feng.
"Meow—"
Han Feng was a little speechless.
'So this is the so-called Tier Two Early Stage pressure?'
This level of Spiritual Shock wasn't even as intense as the lowest-level Spirit Body he had encountered outside the cave.
To his Spiritual Strength of two hundred sixty-five, this wasn't pressure at all.
It was just a tickle.
"Hello? Are you still there?"
Han Feng spoke, his voice transmitting through the helmet's microphone.
Outside, the researcher, Zhao Hai, was staring at the screen.
The brainwave data line on the screen was so flat it was almost dead.
He was spacing out when the voice startled him.
"What's wrong?"
"Are you feeling dizzy and nauseous?"
