"My head is buzzing, as if countless people are simultaneously calling my name, a terrifying sensation of being outside myself."
"Moreover, inside there, my mental perception was greatly suppressed, like being trapped inside a thick lead wall, completely unable to connect with the anchor point outside the building, only capable of short-distance shuttling."
At this point, Cheng Jiashu looked at Fang Cheng, and said frankly:
"If it weren't for sensing your, cousin, wave of consciousness and seizing that momentary connection as an anchor point, I couldn't have escaped the 87th floor, reached here, and joined you all."
Zhou Liang listened and frowned:
"That means returning to the 87th floor to destroy that eyeball is pretty unrealistic."
"Currently, it seems so."
Cheng Jiashu nodded, then added:
"Of course, besides that, there's a second option."
"We could try to find the hidden psychic."
