In the third room of the iron-sheeted factory building, Ye Chenfeng, relying on a willpower unmatched by ordinary people, forcefully broke through the illusions on his own. His eyebrows were tightly furrowed together. The experience he just had in the illusion felt so real, a product of such high technology should not logically appear in this era.
Ye Chenfeng increasingly felt that the existence of the Devouring Empire was not only a threat to him but also to the whole world. Who knew how much high technology the Devouring Empire had mastered?
