Faced with the sandbag that had suddenly grown to the size of a millstone, hurtling toward him with a heavy rush of air,
Xiao Ran's eyes narrowed. He pushed off with his toes, ready to spring backward and dodge.
But something strange happened.
His intent was perfectly clear, and his nerves were frantically sending the command to dodge, yet his body felt impossibly heavy, as if it had been cast in steel and concrete. His muscles were stiff, like rusted gears, and refused to obey his brain! The invisible restraints of the strange tale's rules enveloping him now revealed their terrifying power, completely stripping away his ability to move.
This is bad! Alarm bells rang in Xiao Ran's mind.
As the enormous sandbag blocked his view, Xiao Ran's expression shifted slightly, but he didn't panic. First, he slapped the [Yin Soldier Gourd] at his waist.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Xiao Ran threw three corpses—each missing an arm or a leg—in front of himself to block the attack. At the same time, he locked onto the sandbag's trajectory with his mental power, attempting to control it.
Only when Xiao Ran spread his mental power over the sandbag did he realize it wasn't a solid object, but a mass of chaotic energy compressed to its absolute limit.
Boom!!!
The millstone-sized sandbag slammed into the corpses in front of him with a dull, heart-stopping thud!
The three corpses were like mud dolls made of paper. The instant the sandbag hit them, their chests and abdomens caved inward, forming enormous craters. Chunks of viscera mixed with purple-black foul blood burst from their shattered torsos like berries crushed under tremendous pressure, spraying out in a nauseating mist of blood!
But the next moment, Xiao Ran felt his body grow light. The force of the rules that