Unknown layer.

Earl just kept leaning on the elevator and didn't dare to move.

A few hours passed, and the elevator did not respond to him, and his whole body was stiff and sore from maintaining a sitting position for a long time, but he could only move a little, a little.

"When the hell will this elevator door open, was it called away by someone else, according to Moran?" Earl muttered weakly, and then subconsciously licked his dry lips.

By now, he had been almost a day or so, and he had not eaten a drop of water or a grain of rice, and he couldn't lift any strength in his body.

And Earl did not dare to sleep, sleeping on such a white pillar narrower than a coffin, and with a slight movement, he could fall.

Last time he was lucky, the pillar below was only two or three meters away, but next time it may not be the same.

If you die, you will be gone.

But what if it's just a fall and a serious injury?

In this kind of place where no one responds, I'm afraid it's worse than death.

Suddenly, Earl heard a sharp thud in the distance.

The sound Earl is aware of, the sound of the white pillars hitting each other as they move. But how did it suddenly become so urgent?

Before Earl could figure it out, a gust of wind suddenly rose, and Earl was swept away, who didn't react.

Earl falls from a white pillar with an elevator, and his instinct to survive causes him to cling to another white pillar beside him.

He climbed all over again, and Earl used all the strength he had left.

The wind never stopped, and the sound of the roaring wind and the incessant crashing sound were in my ears.

His figure was swaying, like an ant exposed to a storm, and although he was clutching a straw in his hand, it could kill him at any moment.

The unforeseen wind lasted for about a moment before it subsided.

For the first time in his life, Earl felt so lucky.

The white pillars had struck each other more times than his ears could discern, and the "straw" he clung to had been struck forty or fifty times, and though he almost let go each time, none of them had slapped him on the body.

Earl clung to the white pillar, his hands still not loose.

It's not that he doesn't dare to let go, it's that his arms are already tightly cuffed on them, and they have become stiff, and there is no way to be controlled by him.

Earl's face was pressed to the side of the white pillar, and his eyes were looking at the other side.

The long floating white pillars and glowing feathers that radiated a hint of warmth still floated slowly, as if nothing had happened.

Earl slowed down for a long time before slowly letting go of his hands and standing upright.

He looked up and found in despair that the long white pillars floating in the entire world were exactly the same, with only slight differences in length.

But......

How could he accurately pick out the one that was neither long nor short but had a wall of air among the thousands of pillars?

Moreover, the number of columns may be more than he thought.

Earl burst out laughing, his laughter revealing desperation.

Vador layer, Lal ancient forest.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Portustan was keenly aware of the nasty smell, but he could only resist the urge to look up.

A pair of feet in wooden slippers came into view, and the feet were human, but only four toes, covered in pitch-black scales.

Although he only had to raise his gaze slightly to see who was coming, he ...... He didn't dare.

"It's finally here! The master has been in this silver box for more than 20 hours! Don't you want to make a teleportation array directly!"

The voice was arrogant, and as the other party walked in, Portostan could feel the temperature in the air rise faintly.

"This is the Vador Level, which looks like the outside, or even more boring than the outside...... Tsk, the aura here is so thin, no wonder those guys don't want to come. Hey, look up, you two are the caretakers of this floor, where's that little girl named Moran Campbell?"

Portostan raised his horse's hooves and looked at the comer.

The other man looked like a seventeen or eighteen human imp, wearing only a pair of loose pants and a pair of straw sandals. However, the exposed skin is covered with pitch-black scales, covering up to eighty percent, and the areas that are not covered by the scales, such as the area around his right eye, reflect the skin of a human.

At last...... On the head of the black-scaled boy, a pair of sharp horns no more than an inch long grew out, like antlers.

"Hurry up and tell the master, I smashed her earlier, and then go back to her life!"

The other party's voice was loud and even a little deafening, and the mouth that was closed revealed the sharp teeth like a beast inside.

He demonstratively raised his black-scaled left hand, his claws sharp, and then clenched, crushing the air, and the madness in a pair of fiery red vertical pupils, as if he were crushing the enemy's head.

"Your Excellency. The ghost knight spoke, "The necromancer is no longer here, but has fled to the next layer, the five poison layers. ”

The black-scaled boy was like a powder keg that was ignited in an instant, and he stretched out his right hand, which was no different from a human, to grab the ghost knight's neck, and raised his left hand like the claws of a beast, and said intimidatingly.

"Are you a piece of waste! You can't even take a little girl, and you let it go? I think your caretaker has done it too! It's better to throw it to the extreme layer earlier!"

Hearing the word Polar Layer, Portostan couldn't help but shudder, and knelt down in front of the black-scaled boy again, "My lord, all this is because of my fault, and it has nothing to do with the master! If you want to be punished, you can ...... it."

"Portostan. Ghost Knight snorted coldly.

Portostan swallowed the rest of the words back, and he suddenly remembered what his master had said, and he couldn't lose his master's face.

"What kind of master-servant affection are you guys doing? Master, this is what annoys me the most! Okay, I've decided, you all go to the Extreme Layer!" the black-scaled boy made a decision.

Portostan resisted the urge to speak, and watched his master respectfully respond to the words, and he only felt that the endless terrible days were about to befall them again.

Ghost Rider stood up directly, ready to press the elevator.

But the moment he stretched out his finger and pressed it, he felt a strong current coming from the panel, and he took a step back.

Electric shocks are not noticeable to most of the undead, and are even more useless to them.

But the current in front of him turned out to be able to electrify him, and he took a step back, which is enough to explain the extremely unusual origin of this current.

Sure enough, in the next second, the white rabbit, which had always been about a person tall, jumped out of the forest, its eyes were bright red like the black-scaled boy, but the red of the rabbit carried the opposite coldness.

"Pyrocub of the Stygian Fire Dragon, what are you doing here? ”

The rabbit spoke, it was a clear and bright young man's voice, but it exuded a lofty voice that could not be refuted by others.