Chapter 133 The Living Room

The man's phantom disappeared like blue dust in the air, his voice echoing in the quiet corridor.

"I didn't expect they'd send a Spiritual Ability User," he said. "I must admit, you've gone further than the others, but this is as far as you go."

Chen Ke looked around and noticed the walls beginning to shed their skin, as the warm yellow paint cracked and a blood-like liquid flowed from the fissures.

The carpet slowly turned from dark red to black, becoming sticky, as if a soaked rag had been torn to shreds and then discarded on the floor.

Stepping on the ground felt like walking on the skin of some creature, with an indescribably foul stench permeating the air.

An Illusion Technique? Chen Ke immediately dismissed this guess; what he was seeing here was quite different from the illusions he had encountered in the Black Box Space.

He ran his fingers over the fluid seeping through the wall, which was warm and viscous, and the wall itself felt soft...