Darkness fell before Chen Chuan's eyes. A cold, slick sensation washed over him as a force enveloped him, pushing and squeezing him into the dark depths.
With a single slide, he felt himself arrive in a slightly more spacious area. But only for a moment. The strong muscles around him began to instinctively contract and squeeze inward.
He instantly felt his entire body constricted by a tough, unyielding force that was continuously tightening. Since he couldn't stretch his limbs, he was forced to rely on the endogenous power of his Mutated Organization to resist the pressure from all sides.
Surprisingly, he could still breathe a certain amount of oxygen in here; this must have been a consideration when the biological tool was cultivated.
But the crushing force made every breath laborious. This forced his Mutated Organization to instinctively sense the danger and begin to cooperate of its own accord.
