Death Whiplash (6K)

A faint Hexagram Array surfaced on the red-and-white God Conferring Ball at almost the same time. The intricate, complex patterns within the hexagram made anyone who looked at them feel dizzy.

Whether they had been drawn in by the divine array on the God Conferring Ball, or because the shushing sound Huo Yuhao made with his index finger extended carried some other kind of magic, the spectators held their breath and fixed their attention on the constantly shaking God Conferring Ball, not daring to look away for even an instant.

Yet no matter how they watched, they discovered nothing.

That was only natural, because the Hexagram Array the spectators saw was the reverse side of the Rapid Summoning Array. Its front side was inside the God Conferring Ball.

Number Ninety-Eight was currently inside the God Conferring Ball. An intense sense of confinement—or rather, claustrophobia—filled his heart, leaving him able to emit only low, rasping "heh heh" sounds, like the instinctive mournful cries of a beast cornered with nowhere to run.

This place was as cramped as a coffin. Although he could freely stretch his limbs inside the God Conferring Ball, he felt as if every organ in his body, even his heart, every inch of flesh and blood, had been locked inside a tiny, narrow box.

This was the sense of spatial displacement caused by spatial compression. Snow Empress had once endured the same torment, her enormous body squeezed into a God Conferring Platform the size of a ball and imprisoned there for years.

Number Ninety-Eight was truly beginning to panic. He slapped his right hand against his chest, and a white ring of light instantly burst from his body. The powerful impact made the God Conferring Ball shake violently, but Number Ninety-Eight himself was also jolted into spitting out