For the third time, Lin Xin wanted to try again, but he couldn't open his gold vertical pupil.
Waves of sharp pain continuously transmitted from his right eye to his brain.
"Seems like it's not going to work."
He felt quite regretful.
"If I really control time, the level I can reach this time is truly unimaginable."
After pondering for a while, Lin Xin simply sat down cross-legged inside the formation, resting in mid-air.
About an hour later, he opened his eyes again, and the golden eye on his right face gradually opened a slit.
"I should give it a try."
He slowly approached the edge of the formation, reaching his hand towards the outside.
Sss....
Soon, a hand gradually reached into the white mist, making a dense corrosive sound.
But soon, the corrosive sound quickly dissipated.
Lin Xin felt a slight numbness in his arm and drew it back to check.
His palm was slightly whitened, but it had no effect.
"It should be fine now."
