He took a few tentative steps toward the Government Office.
With the first step, it felt as if he had sunk into an invisible mire.
A crushing pressure descended upon him, and his bones groaned as if they would break.
The circulation of Sword Essence in his body instantly slowed by thirty percent.
More fatally, a frigid "gaze" shot out from the depths of the Government Office.
It locked onto him with precision, beginning to dissect every inch of his being.
Han Feng's pupils contracted, and he immediately retreated.
The pressure and the probe-like gaze vanished in an instant.
He didn't dare to rashly approach again.
In this Illusion Realm, the enemy was the one who set the rules.
'Once I'm completely locked on, who knows what kind of absurd "laws" will be brought down to punish me.'
'Brute force is the worst possible strategy.'
He circled the perimeter of the County Magistrate's Office, his mind racing.
'This domain of rules is like an impenetrable Defense Array.'
