Ning Tian gently soothed Wu Feng in her arms, staring blankly at Huo Yuhao.
"Huo Yuhao, what did you do?"
Huo Yuhao smiled. "You can't blame me for this. Wu Feng was the one who wanted to experience my fifth Soul Skill."
Looking at Wu Feng, who had suddenly become so well-behaved, he sighed inwardly.
Back when he first used his Self Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Soul Freeze, Wu Feng had also been his first test subject.
Huo Yuhao's curiosity suddenly flared.
Soul Freeze and Mental Exile had diametrically opposite effects: one made a person's consciousness skip over a stretch of time, while the other endlessly stretched out the time they perceived.
What would happen if both skills were used on someone at once?
Unfortunately, he would not be able to test that anytime soon.
Wu Feng clung tightly to Ning Tian, unwilling to let go. Just five minutes of Mental Exile had left her feeling wronged, as though the whole world had abandoned her.
Huo Yuhao observed her reaction, settling on how he would use Mental Exile.
He could reveal Mental Sensitivity's function to others, but he would keep Mental Exile's applications strictly confidential.
This Soul Skill's deterrent power lay in its mystery and the unknown.
Three hundred seconds was only five minutes. Even a thousand seconds was just over fifteen minutes. If people knew beforehand, they would hardly consider it agonizing torture.
Besides, during those thousand seconds, the other person could still move at one-thousandth of their normal speed. A top-tier expert might even finish figuring out how to deal with him during those extra thousand seconds.
Only the unknown was full of fear.
Being told beforehand that you would spend a hundred days in prison, and being thrown into prison without being told how long you would