"Please, I'm begging you!"
The woman's cries and struggles were painfully clear and piercing.
Even the sharp pain from her slightly-too-sharp nails scraping against his arm felt incredibly real.
'This is an Illusion Realm, it has to be...'
Han Ning took a deep breath. He ignored the woman's incessant babbling, which felt like a demonic chant boring into his ears, and closed his eyes, trying to connect with his Spiritual World.
Inside his Spiritual World.
The specks of green and earthy-yellow light, which usually floated high in the sky and gave off a faint, hazy glow, had suddenly dimmed. They were now shrouded in a dull mist, appearing gray and lifeless.
'Yin Yi...'
Han Ning tried to use his Spiritual Power to communicate with Yin Yi.
A wisp of his Spiritual Power reached for the speck of light.
But it was like a stone sinking into the ocean; there was no response.
Just then, though his eyes were tightly shut, Han Ning felt a foul wind wash over his face.
