Lin Yi glanced down at his watch.
14:12.
The normal passage of time seemed oddly abnormal, yet the eerie corridor bridge was the most normal among the countless abnormal things he had experienced.
Lin Yi's expression remained unchanged; he was already adept at handling such anomalies, using an extremely straightforward and crude method.
He furrowed his brows, extending his sensory tendrils to directly cover the twisted corridor bridge. Then, "My World" erupted, reversing it in his mind.
With his current computational power, targeting a single corridor bridge was a piece of cake.
He pinpointed the key corresponding points between "My World" and the real corridor bridge, aligning the two worlds, making every step he took thereafter defy common sense.
He continued forward in the twisted corridor bridge, like a rubber figure without bones, each step ridiculously exaggerated, yet by doing so, the storm no longer fazed him.
