"Be careful," the Little Elf reminded him.
Mo Ling arrived before the crack. Instead of putting the cola can in first, he touched the edge of the torrent with his fingertip.
However, to his great surprise, his finger only felt the ice-cold current; there was no impact at all.
"What's going on?"
He carefully placed his finger into the current, and the sensation was the same.
'No force?'
Mo Ling steeled himself and slowly submerged his hand into the surging seawater. The water was like it had hit a hard rock, splitting into two streams and flowing around it.
But Mo Ling still felt no force whatsoever.
His hand felt as if it were fixed in place within the seawater.
This instantly reminded Mo Ling of the hard beds and husks from Dream Level 0.
'How could this be?'
Astonished, Mo Ling walked directly into the seawater, his body splitting the current in two.
But his skin still felt no force, only an icy-cold sensation—the touch of the seawater.
