Broken?

BOOM!

The sound of thunder in the summer afternoon broke the stifling heat in the depths of everyone's heart. Large clusters of dark clouds condensed in the sky. Just a moment ago, the sky was clear and boundless, and the sun was shining brilliantly. But at this moment, the heavens and the earth suddenly turned dark. It was as if a faint black veil covered everyone's eyes.

Was it his imagination, or was it because of the brightness? Li Yao suddenly felt that the color of the entire world was a bit dimmer than a moment ago—it was insignificant, almost indistinguishable.

This kind of feeling had also appeared once in the Comic Con that day. It was when he heard the news of the death of a famous fantasy novelist and cartoonist. However, it was only for a fleeting moment, and in the blink of an eye, he could no longer feel it—a person's habitual ability, or rather, self-hypnosis ability, was very strong in the first place.