In the secret chamber.
Lu Ping tried to move his eyeballs. The edge of his vision swept over the ugly, tumor-like egg that had already cracked open.
Lu Ping remembered now. The feeling of that eight-legged face-hugger clinging to his face, the slime covering its body, and the intense foreign sensation and suffocation from the tube it had forced down his throat.
And to prevent the "players" from causing trouble, Lin Qingfeng had intentionally added a Spiritual Energy poison gas. The effects were immediate. Not only did it render a person immobile, but as long as one hadn't broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm, even their Spiritual Power would be completely sealed, making resistance impossible.
Lu Ping sighed internally.
