Yang Rui felt awful. He could tell that whatever was happening here was completely beyond the level that small fry like them could handle!
Everything happening here was more bizarre than the last!
First of all, he was certain he had seen Sen Jin. His death had been horrifying. His corpse had been filled with tree trunks, his flesh clinging tightly to the wood, his blood and flesh sucked completely dry. Yet his twisted expression was still so clear. What exactly had happened to him? Just thinking about it made Yang Rui's scalp crawl!
And yet, outside, there was another Sen Jin, sunny and forthright, bringing them here as if nothing had happened. Beneath that skin, identical to the one on the tree, what kind of monster was hiding?
Then there was the predicament he had encountered after trying to leave quickly. This murky fog space was definitely more than just the church outside.
He had been wandering around here for at least an hour. Judging by his sense of direction, whether he walked in a straight line or tried moving irregularly, there was still plenty of space to contain him. No matter how long he walked, he seemed unable to find the end.
One thing was certain: this definitely was not a church. At least, it was not a simple church!
After a long period of exploration, Yang Rui slowly found some clues. This place was not completely infinite, either. When the familiar scenery behind him vanished after a few steps, it was not because he had encountered a ghost. He had most likely reached some kind of spatial turning point.
He had tested it many times. If he could retreat precisely to a certain spot, he could return to his previous position. These spatial points were like the