Cultivation of Small Perfection of Wisdom

Zhou Wen knew that he couldn't delay any further. He had to think of a way to resolve this problem.

Perhaps The Thearch knows what it is. Zhou Wen wanted to leave the Zhuolu battlefield and return to the encampment to contact The Thearch to see if he could obtain any useful information regarding the snail from her.

However, after taking a few steps, Zhou Wen felt his neck itch to the point of being unbearable. He wished he could slice off his neck.

What was even stranger was that Zhou Wen felt his body become heavier as though an invisible boulder was pressing down on him. Every step he took felt extremely difficult. He left deep footprints on the bone sand as his calf sank into it.

Zhou Wen knew that it wasn't an illusion. There really was something pressing down on him. He could clearly sense the pressure, but there was nothing on him.

Plop!