At the edge of the Silent Ridge, the murky yellow glow of a magnetic field distorted the air, as if an unseen giant hand were kneading the very light.
This place was a natural no-fly zone; not even a fly could hope to pass through the sky here.
Han Feng, piloting his Escapee Type II Spirit Armor, landed three kilometers from the foot of the mountain.
The gravity reading ahead had already soared to five times that of the outside world.
Flying any closer would just make him a target for the anti-air Gravity Field on the other side.
Han Feng retracted his faceplate and glanced at the oppressive stone forest, patting the silver-gray disk at his waist.
This was the [Floating Force Field Generator] he had rushed to build.
'Since I'm here to do business, I should go through the front door. Otherwise, it wouldn't speak well of my character.'
He strode toward the mountain pass.
The moment he stepped past the warning line, a dozen or so ferocious auras instantly locked onto him.
