The timing was right, but the situation was dire.
Wang Xian's own consciousness reacted violently to Li Guanqi's actions, stirring up towering waves in his mind.
A vast, silent dead sea split open, revealing a bottomless, blue-black fissure. Deep within it, a horrifying ocean trench emerged.
With no time to think, Tong Guan plunged in with all his strength, only for the fissure to seize him and drag him rapidly toward the abyss at its bottom.
This was the backlash produced by a consciousness that had sunk into oblivion.
In the judgment game, the victims' consciousnesses mostly existed in an ambiguous, abstract state, flickering in and out, breaking off and reconnecting.
Tong Guan's action was an extremely dangerous gamble. After entering the depths of Wang Xian's consciousness, he felt terrifying flashes of lightning occasionally pierce the endless, sunless silence around him.
Flashes of light and shadow arose from unknown places, throwing his own consciousness into a terrified, uncontrollable haze. Unexpectedly, it too began to flicker in and out.
Tong Guan could no longer actively control his consciousness. He could only drift with the current, falling toward the deepest reaches.
Meanwhile, within that lightless trench, he saw a series of fragmented, dark images.
Tong Guan had entered the souls of He Qing, Zhai Ziyu, Meng Jiping, and Wang Xian, but Wang Xian's was by far the most terrifying. He discovered that this man's consciousness seemed to have suffered such a severe shock that it had been torn apart.
This indirectly suggested one thing: Wang Xian's experience might well have differed from those of the previous three.
Both their own accounts and Tong Guan's journeys into their souls confirmed that He Qing and the other two had fallen unconscious the moment they entered.
In other words, they had been struck as soon