On the edge of Core Floating Island G-01, there was a forest of jagged, bizarre rock formations.
A black shadow swept through the sky like a Ghost. As it neared the ground, the Wingsuit abruptly retracted. The figure, like a weightless feather, landed silently in the shadow of a massive boulder.
Han Feng crouched in the shadows, his breathing instantly slowing. He deliberately suppressed his heartbeat to just a few beats per minute, his entire being seeming to merge with the rock.
'This is the core area?'
Han Feng's eyes narrowed, and a faint golden light glinted in the depths of his pupils.
[Spiritual Vision] activated.
In an instant, the hazy, gray world before his eyes underwent a cataclysmic transformation.
Countless lines, points of light, and flows of Energy intertwined, revealing the world's true form.
At the sight, Han Feng nearly let out a whistle.
'Damn, are these guys here on vacation or serving a prison sentence?'
