Tan Long felt himself losing control.
In that instant, the light transmitted through the Double-layered armor's sensors completely exceeded anything that should have existed fifty kilometers beneath the earth, in an extremely Dark Seclusion zone. Even though the relevant sensory equipment had performed a millisecond-level conversion, his senses, habitually exposed to the outside, were still scorched by the sudden burst of light and the powerful radiation that accompanied it.
His perception became distorted in the light. In his senses, the area they occupied was clearly nothing more than a crude open-air set carelessly arranged by an inattentive apprentice. Every one of them had become wooden puppets and clay dolls beneath that set, frozen in place, only to reveal roughness and ugliness everywhere amid the surging light, until they lost all meaning in existing.
Qiqi's scream became extraordinarily distant. At the same time, her already low affinity with the Sky Abyss Spirit Network collapsed completely.
For a moment, Tan Long even lost his perception of the Sky Abyss Spirit Network.
Though it recovered somewhat afterward, it felt as if he were caught amid raging winds and towering waves, desperately reaching for a thin rope cast down from a ship.
It seemed right before his eyes, yet he could not grasp it no matter what.
"Ahead!" Shang Gelush warned over the communications channel. "Behind Small Melt."
He spoke hurriedly and tersely, so much so that Tan Long had to turn the words over in his mind three times before realizing what was happening:
Not far ahead in the lava passage where they stood was Small Melt's enormous body, blended in with the lava. In such an environment, unless someone attacked from behind, they should have been perfectly safe. Yet there was this variable—someone on The Other Side had used a startling method