This is not an illusion. Li Mo felt a strong tinnitus, and the scene in front of him began to have slight overlapping images. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to steady his mind.
"It's the... Prelude to 'aggregation'." Yang Xue's voice was hard. She covered her temples tightly, her nails almost digging into her skin, "The energy is... Tearing at the surface of reality!"
