His facial muscles began to twitch uncontrollably.
Large beads of sweat rolled down from his temples, instantly soaking his collar.
'Has he reached his limit?'
Zhao Hai stared at the screen, his hand already hovering over the red emergency stop button.
The moment Han Feng's brainwaves showed the slightest sign of collapse, he would immediately cut the power.
But what made his scalp tingle was that although the brainwave curve on the screen was fluctuating violently, it still maintained a tough and strangely rhythmic pattern.
No matter how violently the waves crashed, they showed no sign of breaking.
Inside the Consciousness Space.
Han Feng stared intently at the mountain-sized flame tiger before him.
The absolute sense of oppression, originating from a higher-dimensional lifeform, reminded him of the glimpse of the apocalypse he had seen in the Illusion Realm.
Heavy.
It was just so heavy.
