The rift—"Eighth Layer."
From the moment he announced that they would break out in forty minutes, Min Zimo had been silently calculating in his head.
Time ticked away second by second. The pressure was like a mountain bearing down on him, nearly crushing the breath from his lungs.
Was this choice really right?
Would it drag the entire team into a situation from which there was no escape?
The Inverted Domain lay right beside the edge of the abyss. Would the corruption within Liu Zhao spread faster because of it?
Countless thoughts churned through his mind.
Yet when the final second of the countdown fell, Min Zimo's heart instead sank into utter calm.
He finished his three minutes of brief meditation. Amid the tottering defensive formation, his figure stood straight as a pine.
"Break out!"
Min Zimo's voice was low, yet it carried through the air and struck every team member's heart like a war drum.
Before his words had even faded, he leaped out through the shop entrance, his silver-gray spear angled toward the ground.
Min Zimo gripped the butt of the spear with one hand. His waist and abdomen suddenly tensed, driving his body into a violent spin!
Whoosh—!
Using himself as the axis, the spear carved out a full, sweeping arc.
The spearhead was razor-sharp, the shaft heavy, and his surging vitality poured into it as it swept across!
Boom—!
Crimson-flame-like Gale Force swept through the area!
The horde of abyssal monsters furiously battering the shop entrance took the full force of the sweep, as though struck by a giant hammer.
More than a dozen first- and second-tier abyssal monsters exploded into a sky of fragments on the spot.
Even several Octopus Monsters nearby had their tentacles severed by the savage force. They wailed and tumbled away,