Serena still couldn't stop Smith after all. What did Zhou do to her. This disparity in power is the key factor that determines all this.

No one knew what she was going to face, just as no one knew that Serena had fallen into Smith. Zhou's hands are the same. Whether it was Zhou Yi or the light messengers under him, they all thought that Serena was still carrying out her mission, and she was still looking for Rama Mujam in the vast sea of people. They were still waiting for Serena's good news, but what they didn't expect was that instead of waiting for Serena, they waited for Rama Mujam's own delivery.

After countless tribulations, Ramammujam, who had already become like a demon on earth, finally crossed most of India and came to the front of the sanctuary. And he was able to do this step entirely because his will for revenge was supporting his body.

You know, what his body has become now. There is hardly a piece of good skin, and every time he makes a movement, he will have a pain of being scraped by a knife all over his body. He couldn't breathe properly and couldn't eat properly because all these organs in his body were more or less damaged. Such a person is only suitable for lying in a hospital bed to survive, rather than going all the way to get revenge.

But that's what Ramammujam did. His desire for revenge was so strong that he had carried out this death trek with no regard for his own life.

No one knows why he did it, and no one knows how he did it. India is now a wasteland, a land full of life-threatening dangers. Radiation, the mutated beasts, and the wanderers who are more terrible than the beasts. These are beings who can easily take his life. Even if he was lucky enough to avoid it all unharmedly, the thousands of kilometers would be enough to destroy his body and take his fragile life.

This can already be said to be a miracle of life, and when Rama Mujam appeared in front of the shelter like this, he was equivalent to using his own life to verify how terrible a person's will can be. It is a force that transcends limits, something that cannot be explained by so-called science and all conventional things. There is no reason why such a person can't do what he wants to do, even if he has reached the limit now.

Yes, thousands of miles away, even Ramamujam's will has reached its limit. If he hadn't been able to see the shelter before, he could still hold on to that breath and endure the physical pain. Now, as he stood in front of the sanctuary and looked up at the sanctuary of the gods, the will in his heart to sustain all his actions was also weakened.

The goal was in sight, and he knew very well that as long as he walked in and shouted his name, then it would be possible for him to realize the desire for revenge in his heart. This sober realization gave him the illusion that he had fulfilled his long-cherished wish in his heart. And it was precisely this illusion that all the pain he had endured before was also frantically rushing out of every corner of his body at this time.

This is the Jedi counterattack of his body against the will, the final attack of reality on the mind. A lot of people fell on this step, just as many of the Antarctic explorers of the past died before the pole. Rama Mujam will naturally be no exception at this time.

He has walked thousands of miles and has not had a good rest, and he really can't help but want to take a good rest at this time. That's what his brain, his muscles, told him, and in order to break his will, these warnings from his body directly caused him to collapse to the ground.

His whole body was buried in the dirty dirt. The stimulation from the dirt and gravel made him feel as if he had fallen into a pan of oil, tormented to the extreme. But soon the torment had subsided, replaced by tiredness and sleepiness that sprouted deep in the brain.

It's as if the pain doesn't matter anymore at this time, as long as he sleeps well, then everything can pass safely. It may sound like a good thing, but such an ending is something that Rama Mujamam cannot accept in any way.

He knew very well what it would mean for him to fall asleep at this time. He knew very well how far he was from the long-cherished wish in his heart. He couldn't give up at this time, he hadn't given up after suffering so much before, how could he compromise with reality now.

At this time, the will burst out again with strength, and the heart, which had been weakened like a candle in the wind, suddenly rose up like a bucket of gasoline poured on it. Although this could not change Ramammujam's body, it made him stand up as if nothing was wrong at this time. But it was enough for him to overcome the desire to sleep, and he once again charged towards his goal.

This charge is only mental, not physical. His body, which could only stagger through the dirt like a maggot, could not use the word charge, but all his movements, and his crazy spirit, could be called the same.

He clasped his fingers in the dirt, dragging his nearly crumbling body forward little by little. The hard earth and stone had worn through his skin, worn away his flesh, and exposed his bones, but it didn't make him moan even a moan. Because at this time, the pain is no longer important. Even though his body was spasming from the pain, his will was enough to overwhelm it all, so that he always kept moving forward.

He just crawled forward with determination, towards his goal. Blood poured out of his body, and a long mark was impregnated behind him, and the people around him couldn't help but exclaim and tremble when they saw it.

Strange-looking people like Rama Mujam appeared around them, and they noticed it early on. When he collapsed to the ground, many people reacted with disregard for him. It's not that they lack empathy, it's that in this wasteland, things like compassion and morality no longer exist. They can't even manage themselves, they have the kung fu to take care of a person who is going to die, at most, at most, that is, they sigh at him in their hearts.

However, Rama Mujam's reaction next was really unexpected. They couldn't imagine that such a man who was about to die could burst out of there to do such a terrible thing.

Doesn't that hurt? It hurts to think about it. The white bones on the fingers alone made people's teeth sore, and it was hard to imagine how intense the pain on the broken body would be. Ordinary people didn't dare to make such an assumption at all, they could only watch in awe as such a guy staggered forward. Neither dare to stop nor lend a helping hand.

A person who can be so cruel to himself is definitely not a good thing to provoke. Either there is some great ambition, or there is some terrible hatred on the back. It wouldn't be a good thing for either of the two to be contaminated, so as long as you are smart, you won't choose to be contaminated with such a guy.

Are the people here some kind of smart people? Maybe not before, but after such a disaster, if those who can survive don't learn to be smarter, then they are not qualified to survive. Everyone has become smarter, so naturally, at this time, everyone silently avoided it, making way for such a dangerous and troublesome existence. A passage leading to the door of the sanctuary.

They did it for themselves, but in any case, they did it to the bottom of Rama Mujam. In normal times, maybe he would say thank you to these people. But now that he is in the midst of a sea of blood and hatred, he really doesn't have this mood. So he just kept silent, struggling with his body, and continued his journey little by little.

It's been a long journey, especially for his body. His excessively demanding body made the after-effects of the outbreak at this time fatal, and the blood kept flowing for the rest of him, from bright red colors to filthy blood scabs. It's hard to say how much blood he shed along the way. And by the time he finally approached the finish line, his body was a little hollowed out. Because there was no more blood flowing under him at that time.

The harsh red nearly dried up at the end, which is not a good thing. Does a man who has shed blood still have a chance to live? Everyone knows it. Is such a madman going to die here in the end? Some people had begun to sigh in their hearts, but just as they were sighing, the figure of a messenger of light had already descended in front of them.

It seems like a hope, and everyone knows it. The Lightbringers are God's messengers, and they can do such miraculous things as bringing the dead back to life. But whether they will do it or not, these people are not sure in their hearts. They are also unwilling to instigate these divine messengers for the sake of someone who does not know anyone, and they do not want to lose their opportunity because of such a person.

Everyone was silent, and in the midst of this silence, Ramammujam struggled to crawl in front of the lightbringer, clinging to his ankles with his filthy hands, and then spitting out the sound from his throat with all his might.

"Take me in, take me to your master. I have something to tell him, I have something very important to say to him. Let me in, let me in! ”

"You can't go in!"

Not a single kick kicked him away, but the words that came out of the Lightbringer's mouth were even more brutal than such an action.

"You filthy soul doesn't have the right to walk out there. There can be no redemption for the sins in you. Give up and die here. Maybe that's the best place for you! ”