"Be careful. Don't specifically target the brightest boxes," Amalia cautioned, worried for his safety.
In the cold currents, the brighter a box glowed, the faster it moved, to the point of leaving behind only blurred afterimages that were nearly impossible to follow with the naked eye.
Kenny Lin locked his focus on the rapidly flowing boxes. When one particularly brilliant light streaked past him, he reacted in an instant.
This time, his hand landed firmly on a box surrounded by an intense glow.
The half-submerged body was being carried by the force of the box itself, pulling it along.
Kenny Lin immediately felt the crushing spatial resistance pressing him downward. The box in his grasp vibrated fiercely, desperate to escape his grip, but he smirked coldly.
"Trying to run? Not that easy!"
If the space had resistance, he would use that very resistance to help him capture the box.