Half a Year in Seclusion

Perhaps his mental power had been too focused on those bizarre images.

The strange intelligent lifeforms in the images sensed his "peeping."

Two-Headed Ogres, dwarves and their Steel Golems, skeletons with violet ghostfire floating deep within their eye sockets, giant spiders with human faces... all these intelligent lifeforms turned their heads toward the Teleportation Device.

Their gazes seemed to pierce across the void and stab straight at Meng Chao.

Meng Chao felt a pain in his brain as though ten thousand arrows had pierced his heart.

The already fragmented images shattered again, swiftly vanishing behind the fog.

Only the largest and brightest image remained before his eyes.

It was another teleportation gate within the Ancient Ruins beneath the Superhuman Tower.

He could clearly see Lu Tianxing, Wu Haibo, and the other Transmigration Experts from Project 101 Team standing guard before the teleportation gate, waiting for him rather nervously.

However, their expressions and movements seemed to have been slowed by several hundred times, awkward, sluggish, and comical as though frozen in time.

Relying on intuition, Meng Chao found the trick and swam toward it with all his might.

His fingertips lightly touched the image.

That wondrous force, impossible to tell whether it was pulling or repelling him, appeared again.

He was pushed out of the teleportation space, as though he had fallen directly from midair to the ground.

For a long while, his consciousness could not reunite with his body, and he could not control a single organ, including his eyeballs and little finger.

When he finally managed to control the movement of his eyes,

he looked at the Tactical Wristband on his wrist.

Only half a second had passed.

"Pant... pant... pant..."

Meng Chao gasped for breath, drenched in sweat and as helpless as a baby freshly pushed from the