"There seems to be something here that's worth a good kill!"
The Mirror, who had disappeared somewhere, suddenly emerged from the shadows, eyes blazing with battle intent, and charged in wielding a Long-handled Axe, leaving a trail of wild laughter.
Soon a massive thud came from inside.
Then came the sound of shattering glass, crashing like a kitchen invaded by mice.
Ma Hongyu opened his mouth, but seeing that Su Huan had no objections, he remained silent.
"Let's go."
Su Huan walked ahead with hands in pockets, as if strolling through his own backyard, casually.
The Fungus Carpet here felt very different underfoot, softer and bouncier, like stepping on a mattress while wearing shoes; with Su Huan's weight, every step sank in half the sole.
At the end of the corridor appeared a cylindrical structure connecting the ceiling and the floor, somewhat like a petri dish, now shattered, leaving only a thick layer of bulletproof glass, with the Mirror nowhere in sight.
