"Boom!"
Wei Cheng slumped to the ground. Even the splattered blood, at that moment, bizarrely resembled tiny venomous snakes. Under the influence of the Chaos Demon Star, without any logic, it transformed into a rope, relentlessly strangling Wei Cheng's neck, attempting to strangle him right then and there.
A thick fog had arisen all around.
But it was not ordinary fog, rather the turbulent flow of rules formed after the destruction, distortion, and chaos of the rule structure.
It was like countless fragments, fragments that still possessed a certain influence.
In such a turbulent flow of rules, time would stand still, accelerate, or regress. Space would change, superimpose, replicate, or collapse.
One second it was dawn, the next it was midnight.
One step could take you from experiencing spring to experiencing autumn.
