"How is that possible."
The Phantom felt the steam rules suddenly manifesting around him, disbelief written all over his face.
There were actually three plane sons in the Steam Phantom Plane.
Inhaling deeply within the suffocating mist, the Phantom could feel the world's will suppressing him. The immense oppressive force rendered all of his extraordinary power, including the Power of Root, unusable.
Even his body attributes were weakened to a certain extent.
Olivia's voice came from behind the Phantom, "The words 'impossible' should not be uttered by a Transcendent."
The Phantom turned towards the sound, swung his saber in the dense fog, slicing out. The blade cut into the mist but did not disperse it, nor did he feel the feedback of hitting anything solid.
When he retrieved the saber, a faint rust appeared on the blade.
Not only him, but even the items he used were being rejected by the plane because they were incompatible with the plane rules.
