Compared to the commotion when Min Zimo's team first entered.
The Inverted Domain was deathly silent now.
Gu Jinzhi dragged "Jinghong" along, moving one step after another with great difficulty among the bizarre floating islands.
Every step felt like he was treading on cotton. His feet were light, weak, and staggering.
Every meter he moved sent sharp pain shooting from the wounds all over his body.
He had already crudely bandaged the larger, more serious wounds.
Even so, blood continued to seep out.
As he advanced, a long, dark-red blood trail slowly stretched behind him, as if it had no end.
He should have stopped to treat them. Even applying some regenerative gel and recovering a little would have kept him from losing so much blood.
But he did not stop. He merely endured the agony, manipulating the membrane to wriggle and forcibly squeeze the wounds shut.
His throat was dry enough to burn, and every breath carried the taste of rust.
But his waist pouch had been torn open during the battle, and much of his supplies, including the nutrient solution, had been lost on the Eighth Layer.
He simply endured it, inching forward one step at a time.
At first, he remained on guard, worried that an Octopus Monster might ambush him.
But as he walked, he discovered that the entire Inverted Domain was unnaturally quiet. There were no monsters left at all...
Gradually, his body grew numb. The bleeding from his wounds slowed, and his mind recovered somewhat.
He walked faster and faster, disregarding the pain.
He crossed a "floating island" covered entirely in toppled supermarket shelves. All kinds of products lay scattered across the ground beneath a thick layer of dust.
He crossed another "floating island," where densely packed snack carts filled the entire landmass. An