White mist filled the air.
It seemed boundless.
Cheng Han walked at an unhurried pace while using his connection to Yu Xianglong to begin a Deduction of the next trial.
A series of scenes quickly appeared.
The third trial was called—the Supplicant.
Little Yu had taken a big airship ride, then gritted his teeth and ventured into the mist. After painstakingly circling around the Supernatural Creature, Ke Zhang, he heard a strange cry for help.
"Can someone help me! I accidentally wandered into the mist and have been trapped here for three days and nights."
Under normal circumstances, anyone would have sensed that something was wrong.
Unfortunately, this was a trick set up by a Mystic Adept. The cry for help contained a special power, and Little Yu fell for it without incident.
He stepped forward and patted the Supplicant on the shoulder. When it turned around, it revealed a rotten face crawling with maggots and spat out a mouthful of Black Qi.
Little Yu's limbs immediately went weak. After receiving a savage beating, he was tied up like a dumpling and thrown into a Deep Dry Well.
That experience of being trapped in the dry well was etched into Little Yu's bones. From then on, he never again dared to recklessly save people.
After reviewing Director Yu's miserable life, Cheng Han could not help shaking his head. "These three trials are so disgusting. No wonder these Black Armor Army Warriors hold such deep resentment toward them."
After walking more than ten meters, an illusion suddenly flashed before his eyes.
The Eye of Omniscience had been passively triggered once more.
Bang!
Cheng Han stomped the ground and drifted backward like a flowing cloud.
Buzz~
The Spirit Profound Eye abruptly trembled.
A stern voice immediately sounded. "Cheng Han, I'm Hu Yinan.