Deep in his throat, it was as if a sudden bone spur had grown, not only blocking all vibrations of his vocal cords but also bringing a tearing pain.
"Hah..."
A muffled groan squeezed out from Chu Zheng's throat, his face instantly turned pale, cold sweat constantly seeping down his back.
Cold beads of sweat quickly soaked through his already thin and tattered clothes, making him look as if he had just been fished out of water, shivering uncontrollably.
This was not an illusion, Chu Zheng clearly felt that in that instant, a reversed bone indeed grew in his throat.
This was a suppression from the Space-time Law itself, a shackle originating from the forbidden realm.
However, this suppression wasn't firm, Chu Zheng could forcibly break it open, but the consequences might not be something he could bear.
This is the past, at this point in time, the existence of Chu Zheng had not yet been born.
