"Getting impatient?"
Lu Bai gazed at the grotesque eyeball and enormous black hole in the sky, as though he couldn't feel the crushing pressure they gave off at all. Even the smile on his face didn't change in the slightest.
Of course, Minister Zhang, the other higher-ups, and the staff certainly weren't in the mood to tease anyone like he was.
Most of them watched the black hole in the sky with grave expressions, afraid that a real demon might crawl out of it in the next second.
As time passed, the oppressive feeling grew more pronounced, as though the entire space had been sealed off.
"Does anyone else feel like they can't breathe?"
"Yeah, I feel it too."
"This is awful... ugh..."
People on the rooftop spoke in hushed voices. It was clear that the closer ordinary people were to the black hole in the sky, the worse they felt.
In fact, it wasn't just the rooftop. Every part of the containment center was affected by this indescribable pressure, and no one was spared.
Lu Bai was enduring the same pressure. He decided to fire a Heavenly Fist at the black hole.
The familiar scene played out once more.
The golden fist imprint looked exactly as it had when he used the Spirit Bomb.
Just before it could hit, it gradually slowed down, then finally vanished without a trace.
Lu Bai had no intention of trying again. It was obvious that no matter what he did, it would all be a waste of effort.
Instead, he checked the abilities in his "discard pile" again, hoping to find a suitable way to break through this situation.
The result was less than satisfying.
To be sure, among those hundreds of abilities, there were some combinations that could produce incredibly outrageous rule