The one-minute time limit quickly ran out, and the announcement sounded above everyone's heads:

[When the time is up, the inviter will be immediately teleported to the trial area where they are located!] 】

[Except for those who are invited to the tower voluntarily, the rest of the people can continue to move in the safe zone]

The hearts of the inviters in the safe zone were tight.

Qin Yu didn't go anywhere easily, and the moment she made her choice, her eyes darkened.

1-3, I'm coming.

Until the successor arrives, it will be a solitary battle against the Cataclysm.

As the darkness receded, a snow-white world slowly emerged in front of her.

As far as the eye can see, everything is white without temperature.

She was surrounded by a large white cloth.

Her instincts told her that the place she was in should be something similar to a hallway.

All the walls were covered with large areas of white cloth, and there were occasional balustrades inserted into the walls, which were haphazardly hung with white cloth with a sense of pendant.

At first, she thought the white cloth was hanging from the seams at the top of the wall.

It wasn't until she looked up that the white cloth was tightly pressed against the walls and ceiling, making each edge particularly distinct.

It looks like it's hanging from the roof of the shed and then down from both ends of the wall.

However, she found no signs of fixation.

It is as if they are self-aware, obediently attached to the wall, or they are walls themselves.

The uncertainty in her heart slowly moved her gaze to the large white cloth that fell to the ground.

Only then did she notice that even the road under her feet was covered with a white cloth that left no gaps.

They do not stain any dust or stains.

As a result, she almost didn't notice that a large chunk of the white cloth that had fallen from the top of her head had piled up on the road.

The white color between the wall and the road meets and blends together.

It's easy to think they're connected.

Out of curiosity, or perhaps intuition.

She slowly crouched down and took a closer look at the white cloth that had been piled up on the ground.

Presumably because of the pile-up, the vertical downward walls and the square corners of the horizontal road are not revealed, and the white cloth weakens their edges.

On the contrary, it is also stacked irregularly with continuous three-dimensional ripples.

They stretch all the way to the front.

She grasped the Stygian thoughtfully.

Her instincts told her that there was a good chance that something unusual was hiding beneath the white cloth that wrapped around the walls.

Although it seems calm on the surface, many times, she prefers to trust the instincts that have been trained in many battles.

Should I uncover what is under the white cloth, or should I just cut through the seemingly innocuous covering?

She tossed the shadows thoughtfully.

In fact, she didn't rush to upset the balance here.

Wait a little longer.

She decided to take a closer look around her, and it would be too late to make a decision.

There are no windows or doors on all sides.

Some are just a long corridor that is straight and leads to nowhere.

It's a strange feeling.

In the past, she would at least roughly infer her surroundings based on what she was around.

But now she doesn't have any clue.

It's not like a mall, it's not like a residence.

She said she couldn't figure out where this mournful layout would be.

But fortunately, this time the environment is not as dark as before. The overhead lights worked as usual, and the objects in sight had only one thing in common:

They have almost the same white color.

The pale light hit the cloth so white that her eyes tingled slightly.

The layout of the corridor and the distribution of the white cloth, she had almost figured it out.

After weighing up, she decided to take a look into the depths of the promenade.

Just like a 1-2 tall building, the structure here will never have only one promenade.

There is a clear difference between the feeling of standing on a white cloth and stepping on it.

Most of the footsteps were absorbed by the white cloth, but there was still a small amount of friction rustling in her ears.

To be honest, she didn't like it.

Especially stepping on the white shiny cloth, it seems to be blatantly destroying the fruits of other people's labor, which inexplicably makes her feel a little guilty.

When you kill someone, you don't feel guilty, but you feel sorry for yourself because of such a trivial matter.

What's going on today?

She gently patted her cheek with her hand, trying to pull herself away from her meaningless emotions.

This area is imperceptibly influencing itself, and it can also be said that it is deliberately amplifying one's emotions.

Just as she was about to keep walking.

Suddenly, a strange sensation made her stop, and then without thinking, she lifted her foot and looked at the place where she had stepped for the first time.

The white cloth spread on the floor was as clean as ever.

She didn't leave any marks on it.

Nothing seems to be a problem.

Wait a minute......

Something is wrong.

She lifted her feet and looked at the soles of her shoes.

This shoe is the lightest of all shoes, and she has been wearing them until 1-2 before infiltrating the Federation.

Although the stains on the upper are almost the same, there will inevitably be some dirt under the sole.

So, how can the road you have stepped on be spotless?

Sure enough, there is......

The three words "problematic" have not yet been fully revealed from her heart.

On the ground that I stepped on, there was suddenly a row of footprints.

From her position to the starting point.

She put down her feet, and had a rough guess in her mind about the anomaly just now.

Does the ability of catastrophic substances rationalize the unreasonable?

It's also a potential means of manipulation.

She clenched the Stygian and strode towards the depths of the corridor.

During this time, a number of railings of varying heights appeared on the white cloth, and the slightly crowded strips of cloth were also hung on them.

Their surface is not as flat as the white cloth that wraps around the walls.

On the contrary, they resemble sheets to dry, or curtains that are torn open at random.

Top left, bottom two.

Right middle third.

She silently wrote down the height and arrangement of the curtains in her mind.

Meanwhile.

The depths of the hallway, three hundred meters away, grew closer and closer as she walked.

The so-called proximity is the physical proximity.

Visually, the distance between the depths of the corridor and her had never seemed to change.

There's a feeling of standing still.

Just when she thought that no matter how she went, she would never reach the end.

There was a muffled bang.

Without warning, she stumbled into an obstacle.

Hiss......

It hurts.

She subconsciously took a few steps back, then looked up to look at it.

There was nothing strange in front of me.

She remembered the touch, and cautiously reached out her hand and touched it where her forehead had hit.

Soon, she touched something that had no temperature and was slightly grainy.

Obviously she didn't come to the end, so why did the obstacle appear as if to tell her that this was the end?

She stared at her hand.

It wasn't until the light was shining that I could see the original appearance of the obstruction.

This is an oil painting on canvas that is enough to be fake!

It is the promenade and its end that are depicted.