After guiding Mo Ling in the right direction, Wang Chuan's voice vanished again.
He was always appearing and disappearing like this, and Mo Ling had grown used to it.
After determining the direction with the most "people," Mo Ling stepped toward it. But the moment he moved his foot, everything around him sped backward. It was as if he were standing on a high-speed train. The speed suddenly became incredible, the scenery around him turning into afterimages as countless human bodies swept past him, some nearly colliding with him.
It seemed that things had been like this when he had been unable to see those bodies clearly.
His "speed" in this White Space seemed to have been increased many times over. With the slightest movement, he could travel a great distance.
It was rather hard to adapt to. To avoid crashing into the increasingly dense bodies, Mo Ling could only slow his steps, moving forward as if in slow motion. Yet everything around him still rushed backward at high speed, and even the smallest movement he made caused the space to tremble.
A chaotic mass of bodies flew toward him. He instinctively dodged, but the evasive movement triggered another disturbance, sending countless dense severed limbs rushing at his face...
After a while, Mo Ling finally gave up.
He discovered that even if those "people" hit him, they would not harm him. It just felt rather creepy.
These "Excess Cost" stored here did not seem warm like normal humans. Instead, they were cold like meat from a freezer, leaving a chill on his body when they struck him.
Mo Ling simply let himself be battered by the "wind and rain," gradually reaching a denser area.
At last, he spotted things other than human bodies. It was probably because he had left