At the same time that Meng Chao screamed in his heart, about one-tenth of the hundreds and thousands of images that surrounded him shook slightly.
It was as though a stone had been thrown into a pond, creating circular ripples.
Meng Chao could clearly sense that the owner of these images was blinking rapidly, and a confused voice emerged from the bottom of his heart.
"Who-Who is speaking?"
Meng Chao was stunned.
"You... can hear my voice?"
Although it was ridiculous, Meng Chao still probed.
The main view continued to tremble. It was sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, like a window full of raindrops.
"Who-Who is it?"
Meng Chao seemed to hear thousands of confused and surprised voices coming from all directions simultaneously.
The views were spinning desperately.
