He had figured it out.
In the world the Seven Warlords of the Sea perceived,
animals were clusters of flame.
Plants were motionless white.
Everything else was a thin wash of gray.
They could pass through gray, and white too.
Flames, though, frightened them a little.
Only he and his Qingshan Guochao Game Console were black.
They didn't belong in this world.
So far, they hadn't found anything else as black as him.
As for the Seven Warlords of the Sea's scouting range,
it was a sphere with a radius of five meters, centered on Lin Feng—the caster himself.
That was the Seven Warlords of the Sea's detection range.
Honestly, it was a little short.
In the game, ten meters was a distance both enemies and Lin Feng could cross in an instant, settling a fight to the death.
Within ten meters or beyond it, they were all fast.
By the time the Seven Warlords of the Sea detected danger within that ten-meter span, either [Sword Heart Clarity] or [Mountain God's Protection] could have warned him.
Still, Lin Feng understood.
This was the real world.
The nerf was severe.
It certainly wouldn't be like this in the game.
In the game, he was strong, and the spirits he summoned deep in those mountains, where yin-yang reversal had occurred and the earth veins had gone wrong, would definitely be formidable too. Their scouting range should extend farther.
Of course, the chances of them turning on their master would also be greater.
The Seven Warlords of the Sea had another feature that was both a benefit and a drawback.
They could look, but they couldn't touch.
They were too weak.
They couldn't interact with physical matter.
They couldn't interact with things that hadn't had spells cast on them, or with certain special