Han Feng stared at that patch of ground.
The light of his Spiritual Vision flickered faintly in his pupils.
"This place has been sealed for three years, so the space here is unstable."
"The gravity fields in some areas are distorted, forming traps."
"Demon Beasts aren't the only things that can kill you here."
Han Feng turned to look at Wang Meng, his voice calm.
Wang Meng swallowed hard.
When he looked at the scenic Floating Island again, the gold rush fever had vanished from his eyes.
All that remained was awe.
"Fuck, this goddamn place is treacherous!"
Wang Meng wiped away his cold sweat, still shaken by the close call.
"If it weren't for you, I'd probably have been squashed into a human pancake right now!"
"What kind of bullshit trial is this? This is a suicide mission!"
"That's why the resources are so valuable."
Through Han Feng's Spiritual Vision, the seemingly flat ground was dotted with deadly gravity traps, each one emitting a unique halo.
