"How is that possible? If you aren't a demigod, how can you remain suspended in the air without being restricted by the Forbidden Land?" The Cyclops could not believe it, or perhaps he feared that the hopes he had placed in Han Shuo would come to nothing. His face showed how hard he found it to accept.
Han Shuo chanted a most basic spell of Necromancy. The Skeleton Summoning Spell, which had always worked without fail, had no effect this time. Nothing changed in the desolate, dim space-the spell had failed!
Just as I thought! Han Shuo was startled, realizing that the Cyclops had spoken the truth. It seemed that no magical skills could indeed be unleashed in this Forbidden Land.
"Wait here!" Han Shuo called softly to the Cyclops and the Golden Dragon. His body suddenly shot upward, straight toward the black mist swirling overhead.
However, just as Han Shuo felt he should be leaving the space shrouded in black mist, a vast, boundless, peculiar force blocked the sky like a mountain weighing billions of pounds. His violent upward charge left his entire body in excruciating pain upon impact, yet he could not break through the covering of black mist and leave this strange space.
There was no need to try again. Han Shuo already understood that the entire area of black mist, ten li in radius, must have been sealed by this peculiar force. Just like the Death Cemetery, without a way to open the Barrier, he could not take a single step outside.
He descended in dejection and helplessness, rubbing his buzzing head. Looking at the astonished Cyclops and Golden Dragon before him, Han Shuo spread his hands apologetically. "Sure enough, the entire Forbidden Land is blocked by a Barrier, including the sky where the black mist