Dark Earth

Between life and death.

Zhang Ping saw the most beautiful sight in the world.

The electrons orbiting the atoms fled outward one after another, forming a dazzling radiance.

At the same time, under the pressure of the world, the atomic nuclei instantly became two-dimensional, while space was stretched infinitely by the energy released from the atoms.

The scene was like someone pulling at rainbow syrup, stretching it into threads. Countless tiny bubbles rapidly vanished within the crystalline syrup.

Zhang Ping felt his body being sliced into countless pieces. His blood, bones, and cells were all disintegrating.

He had no way to resist. Space was stretching, and he was like an insect trapped in amber, already stripped of any possibility of resistance.

He was doomed.

Just like Zhu Chongba not far away.

Because Zhu Chongba was closest to the core of the spatial collapse, his body disintegrated alongside the vanishing space. Not even a trace of him remained.

Zhang Ping knew very well that he would be next.

Fear.

Unwillingness.

But Zhang Ping could do nothing.

Under the world's crushing pressure, the pocket space forming the Eightfold Tower had already been compressed into two dimensions. He was like someone inside a painting. Though he could still think, he could only watch helplessly as the "painting" was burned to ashes by "flames."

Maybe it was a second. Maybe it was an instant.

Suddenly, a chubby arm extended from the void. Its hand was incomparably huge, growing larger and larger in Zhang Ping's eyes. Then it scooped up the Spatial Fragment containing him and pulled it directly into the void.

Dark earth.

Zhang Ping fell to the ground like a salted fish. His body was in tatters. One leg had been stretched by space to dozens of meters long, while the other had