Behind him were two walls that had fallen together. In front of him, there was an endless wave of distortion.

Everywhere the flashlight shone, there were blurry black shadows. They made a dense, slight scraping sound and rushed towards the lone human.

Antakuta bent his legs slightly, turned his back to the glimmer, and swung his sword.

He didn't know how many spiders he had slashed on, only that there was minced flesh and white blood that had smeared his face, and the air smelled like the feces of parasites on some ancestral god.

He was grasped by countless spiders, their claws sinking into his muscles and undressing him.

This not-so-long staircase now seemed like an endless hell's path, leading to a second purgatory-like place.

Antakuta brandished his scimitar, his heavy blade slicing through the air with a whirring sound, and many stumps fell from the air and fell into the sewage on the ground.

Running forward with all his might, Antakuta felt his body getting heavier and heavier, and the wounds on his body were increasing, blood running down his fingertips, and the knife in his hand swinging more and more slowly.

Grabbing the spider in front of him, he didn't have time to care about it, and threw it away, and Antakuta returned to the strange door.

At the same time, all the aberrant creatures stopped, and then slowly disappeared into the cracks in the masonry.

Antakuta sat on the ground in a dejected manner, gasping for breath as he looked out at the parking lot.

It was as quiet as ever, with only the twisted silhouette of the car faintly visible in the dark space.

The wounds on his body were trying to heal, but there were too many, and many of the wounds were deep into the bones, and in a short time a small pool of blood spread out under his body.

No one could support him, and even if they did, they wouldn't be able to make their way through the mall filled with aberrant creatures.

Tick, tick.

He listened to his own blood, or the sound of sewage in the distance, and his head was dizzy.

Tick, tick.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have come to this dangerous place, time traveler."

A voice sounded on the left.

Antakuta struggled to open one eye and look at where the voice had come from.

"Whether you are stubborn or unwilling, this matter is not something you can participate in."

The voice said.

From the blurred vision, a humanoid silhouette appeared, which seemed less real in the darkness.

The man walked closer, crouched down, and watched Antakuta silently with a pained expression.

"You travelers, you just like to be nosy. I've warned you not to interfere with the plane, or you'll be stuck in the same line forever, but no one can hear me. ”

He patted his pants and stood up, regret in his tone. "It's a pity that I can't interfere with the plane, or I'll kill you right now."

"Who are you?" Antakuta struggled to turn his head a little. Because of the blood loss, it is difficult for him to stay awake now.

"Don't you all call us temples?" The human form chuckled twice, "You tried to repair the walls of the world, but you didn't know that it violated God's law. Calamity is originally a law imposed by God on the world. If you disobey, you are as ignorant and foolish as those involved in the continuation of humanity. Rest assured, none of you will succeed, after all, God is on our side. ”

"God ......," Antakuta coughed hard, "There is no god in the world, everyone knows it. Stop talking nonsense, I'm not interested in you guys' boring plans. Give me bandages and hemostats, I'm dying. ”

The humanoid who was about to turn away paused, "You humans? You're not a Terran? “

"I never said I was. Okay, I'm really going to die, what you do has nothing to do with me, and if you want to listen to my story, you have to revive me first. Can I be given hemostats? ”

The figure hesitated, pulled out a small bottle, and handed it to Antakuta.

Antakuta glanced at the controlled drugs he had indeed seen in the camp. Forget it, at this time, if someone wants to harm him, it doesn't have to be so troublesome, any five-year-old child can cut his major artery.

Trembling and unscrewing the bottle and untying the short sleeve wrapped around his left arm, Antakuta gritted his teeth and poured the hemostatic agent over the wound.

The burning sensation instantly spread to his whole body, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and the effect of the painkiller had passed.

The humanoid just looked at him and didn't say a word.

The bleeding stopped somewhat, and Antakuta's face turned pale and he poured the rest on top of him.

"Now, then, it's your turn to tell me who you are."

Antakuta opened his eyes, and his vision cleared a little. Standing in front of him was a soldier in camouflage uniform, and he was a little surprised, because the person in front of him turned out to be one of the combat squads!

How did he get here?

"Cheng Ping, or your original name, tell me. Cheng Ping is dead, he died in the knockout round. According to the records of the headquarters, Cheng Ping's life instrument was useless, but coincidentally, it was the person in charge of our temple who recorded that day, so we are sure that Cheng Ping's heart stopped beating for a full twenty minutes, and then started again. That's because of you, I guess. ”

Antakuta sat up straight and nodded. "I don't know what I'm doing, but I can tell you who I am. Well, I'm the second Shura patriarch, Antakuta, and the reason why I came here is known to the whole world, and that is to find my precious daughter. And now I've found it, but her soul is lost————"

"Wait, you said you were the patriarch of the Shura clan?" The humanoid sneered, "Then I am the ancestral god." Okay, don't be funny, there must be a lower limit to. How could someone of the level of King Shura run into a low-level plane of time and space? ”

"Really." Antakuta shook her head, "When you have an adolescent daughter who runs away from home a lot, it becomes commonplace. ”

The expression of the person on the other side instantly became extremely exciting, "You...... Are you really? ”

"Liars are puppies." Antakuta spat out a mouthful of blood, "That's why I said that I'm not interested in the fights between you children. Yes, the bleeding has stopped, and I have to hurry back to the plot. Oh no, what's going on with this door? ”

Although the man's tone was a little hesitant, he had to soften a little because he couldn't figure out Antakuta's identity.

"This is something from the twenty-eighth human epoch, I don't know why it ran here, and some of the residual breath inside leaked out, causing a large number of aberrant creatures to come in."

"How did you get in?" Antakuta rummaged through the vest and found no bandages.

The humanoid shrugged, "Have you ever heard of the Transformation Ten?" ”