Crimson Apocalypse Diagulaga

Void Zone.

For most beings who knew of this region,

it was always a very special place in their hearts.

Its existence had long since become impossible to trace.

And just as its name suggested,

this place could basically only be described as utterly empty.

There was no matter, no energy...

Even the fundamental properties of existence, the Concept of Time and the Concept of Space, were incredibly weak.

Even.

The so-called environmental colors had been reduced to nothing but simple black and white.

Compared with the other vivid and colorful regions, it truly had an extremely minimalist style.

And.

Once anything entered this place, it would usually be swallowed up immediately.

No matter what it was.

Even a massive fleet that had made full preparations would simply vanish on the spot.

Not even the most basic Fundamental Particles would remain.

It was as if they had been completely devoured by some kind of existence.

And precisely because of this.

Almost every faction or individual would think of every possible way to stay far away from here.

They did not dare to set foot here rashly.

They usually treated this place as some kind of Natural disaster region that was completely impossible to resist.

No one would think of a way to resolve it.

They would only think of a way to get farther away.

Occasionally, because of this place's environmental characteristics, they would even use it as a place to execute criminals.

After all.

If one died here.

Almost every resurrection method would be entirely useless.

It was truly an excellent place to kill someone and silence them.

But now.

An outsider was actually venturing deeper into this place.

A golden figure with eight legs, the only being of a different color here, was strolling leisurely through the area.