One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
By now, Hongfei had lost track of how much time had passed. Cold sweat began to form on his forehead... In such a soundless environment, one is plagued by an unprecedented fear, for in this gray and foggy world, apart from oneself, not a single living thing can be found. The phenomenon is extremely terrifying.
After more than ten minutes, even with Hongfei's will as sturdy as steel, he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of panic... He tried pinching himself hard or slapping his body to a non-injurious degree, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't break free from the Kun Dun's prison. His soul seemed to be eternally shackled in this sunless, pitch-black Abyss.