Pei Sheng paused for a moment when he saw this, but once he confirmed that the halo around him wouldn't change with his movements, he steeled himself and kept moving.
However, after walking roughly three meters.
Pei Sheng suddenly noticed that the air in front of him felt sticky, oddly viscous, like he had abruptly stepped into a swamp where every movement became arduous.
Arduous, yet still possible to move.
But when he extended his hand, he felt as though he were touching some kind of membrane.
This gave Pei Sheng an unsettling feeling: if he pierced through this membrane, he might face the collective wrath of the monsters all at once. This realization stopped him in his tracks.
Could this be why those monsters were all maintaining a one-zhang distance from him?
Yet his jacket was already just one meter away.
Pei Sheng stared longingly at that jacket.
