"Walk."

Omer waved his hand without hesitation, holding Mephilas's card between his fingertips.

Even when everyone was still looking in his direction, everyone was 'decomposed' into countless squares from bottom to top.

My eyes went white and suddenly became clear again.

Already on the edge of ruins.

There was also a light rainbow-colored barrier surrounding everyone, blocking off the heat that had not dissipated in the fiery red pit.

And Omer is still calling: "Player Xi, member Undertaker, can you hear me? Repeat, member Xi, member Undertaker, can you hear me?!"

Lin, who was looking at the ruins slowly, also took out his mobile phone.

She wanted to call the emergency number of the Canaan District Clock Tower, but she was in a hurry and kept typing.

"I can hear it." The mourner's voice seemed to be right next to him.

"Stop yelling, are you the captain? Why are you the one asking all the time?" Xi's impatient response made Omo stunned, and Shi Huaiya was even more embarrassed.

"Where are you?"

"Besides you—" Xi had just finished her answer when, without saying a word, she stood beside Omer and knelt down.

"—at your feet."

"?"

Looking down at the dirty black painting he was stepping on and Ling who had already pinched one end of the scroll, Omo quickly took two steps away.

Then he faked a cough and put the headset back into Shihuaiya's hand.
Chapter completed!