The moment Lin Dong stepped into this enigmatic space, the Inner Qi that once surged around him was abruptly drained as if by an invisible hand, leaving only a void and a sense of powerlessness throughout his body.
All around was a scene of darkness and absurdity, with every inch of air exuding unease and the unknown.
"Roar～～"
Just then, a low and menacing roar came from not far away, followed by the appearance of a massive mutant tiger with blood-red eyes entering his line of sight.
Its fur was covered in peculiar markings, each seeming to contain violent power, clearly no longer a product of the natural world.
The tiger opened its bloody big mouth, revealing sharp fangs, charging straight at Lin Dong. Clearly, it had already considered Lin Dong its prey.
Faced with this sudden crisis, Lin Dong quickly adjusted his mindset. Even without his Inner Qi, he was still a battle-hardened martial artist, the essence of national art already ingrained in his very being.
