But it wasn't good.
The spear felt as if it was real, travelling between the void and reality, striking deep into Jiang Chen's soul.
Jiang Chen kept stepping back, very pale. It had only been a few seconds, but he felt as if he had been hit hard. He was gasping for air.
Others were also suffering. A guy pondering upon the creation of fire shrieked and tumbled to the ground as if there were a fire to extinguish, but no one else had seen a single spark.
Such effects plagued everyone. Everyone's suffering differed with the creation they were working on.
In less extreme cases, they knew they were merely suffering in their minds, so they managed to stay calm.
In the worst cases, they were like the guy who was rolling on the ground.
"Damn it. Why didn't the martial arts workshop tell us in advance?" Yuchi Hong vented his anger to the old man sitting in the center of the room with his eyes closed.