Before he could think of an excuse, Sanders had opened a path through the Splinter Mayfly.

Angel could only improvise and follow

This is perhaps the closest Ingres has ever come to death.

Not long after entering the pitch-black cross-border passage, Angel noticed that Sanders's face beside him had changed suddenly.

Sanders didn't speak, just stretched out his powerful arm and jerked Angel back.

In the completely weightless crossover passage, Ingres only felt that the world was spinning. Before he could come back to his senses, the next second, he saw the space in front of him suddenly ...... Collapsed.

This spatial collapse was like a normal passage, but suddenly there was a strange reaction, and it became a reflective water mirror. The transformation into a water mirror is not over, and the mirror has exploded into countless small pieces.

The debris shot away from its point of origin at a rapid pace, sputtering away in all directions.

And these sputtered fragments, in Angels' sight, turned into a spatial vortex, generating endless powerful attraction.

There is no road ahead.

At present, the only way is to retreat. But in this pitch-black world, there are spatial vortices everywhere, and all kinds of gravitational and repulsive forces interact, even if you turn back and take a step short, you will definitely die.

They didn't have a choice, though. Sanders' eyes were dark, his expression was colorless, and his lips moved slightly: "We can't go any further, let's go back!"

Sanders walked slowly, and in his eyes, every step was a myriad of calculations. He wants to synthesize all the conditions and data, and open up a way to live in this sharp knife path where the spatial energy is disordered and the power is mixed.

The spatial vortex is not static, it is also pulling each other because of the attraction and then merging. The myriad whirlpools will eventually merge into one point, and all will then be annihilated into eternity.

Ingres felt like he was walking down a dark road to hell, and every step seemed like a reincarnation. Around this long, narrow path, countless demons stretched out their withered and gray hands, and they wanted to grab his legs and drag him into the depths of hell.

At the same time, above their heads, there seems to be a golden wheel of time that resembles a delicate pocket watch.

It's ticking.

With every tick, the road to hell is crumbling, and it is irreversibly broken.

Its voice is a real talisman.

Angels followed Sanders, walking step by step. Moreover, even if you delay for a second, the way of life will become a dead end, and you will be completely lost in this void.

Angel followed Sanders, feeling extremely close to death. Sanders was even more difficult, he still needed to calculate the steps, and in just a few steps, his forehead was already covered with sweat.

"Can you hold on?" Sanders' voice didn't rise or fall, with a mechanical coldness.

Angel nodded.

"Well, I'll need your help for the next stretch. ”

Sanders is in an extremely dangerous situation, and every thought will lead to a multitude of uncertainties, so he must eliminate all external interference.

And if he wants to return, he will inevitably face the suction of the space vortex, Sanders was still single-minded before, while maintaining that they are not thrown away by external forces, he also has to calculate quietly, which consumes him a lot.

"If you want to live, you have to start using the gravitational vein now, and keep my calculations undisturbed by external forces. ”

It can be said that whether they can survive or not depends on whether Sanders's calculation is on the right path.

Ingres had no reason to refuse, and he was not qualified to refuse, because if Sanders miscalculated because of external interference, they would surely die.

Ingres muttered the secret soul whisper in his heart, and as soon as the soul came out of his body, Ingres immediately erected a gravity barrier around him and Sanders through the gravitational vein.

Just like the gray mist that Toby had placed outside of it when he was in the Shadow Cave, it could block all attacks from the outside world.

Ingres naturally will, but at the beginning, Toby was attacked by ten thousand snakes, and Ingres is now involved by the spatial vortex, and the two forces are completely different.

The moment the gravity barrier appeared, Ingres felt like he was crumbling.

He immediately increased the output of gravity veins outward, and only then did he barely maintain stability.

With Angels' help, Sanders finally got into the calculations wholeheartedly, and the speed at which they advanced barely increased, but the consumption also increased exponentially.

It is too difficult to maintain the gravity barrier, especially in the process of suction and repulsion, and Ingres feels like a reed swaying in the wind, which would have been uprooted if it were not for the "greenhouse". However, the "greenhouse" could not last long, and Angel could clearly feel that the gravitational veins in his body were greatly reduced, and he did not know if he could hold on until he returned.

The sound of "ticking" was still ringing, and in order to maintain the gravity barrier, Ingres's face became paler and paler, and even his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were bleeding.

But even so, Angels did not dare to relax even a little.

But after all, he is only an apprentice, and even if he has the gravitational vein, it is almost impossible to find a balance fulcrum in this great power of heaven and earth.

Ingres felt like he could hold on for twenty seconds at most, but there was still some way to go.

At this moment, Ingres felt extremely clearly that he was in contact with death.

20, 19, 18, 17...... Six, Five, Four...... III.2......

The countdown of time is also pronouncing death to himself.

By the time the countdown was to the last second, Ingres's face was covered in blood and his expression was full of despair.

At this critical moment

"I'm done with the calculations, follow me!" At the last second, Sanders suddenly spoke!

This sentence was like a faint heavenly sound heard in a sea of suffering, and before Ingres could react to what it meant, he felt his arm being grabbed, and at the same time, the speed increased sharply.

Sanders changed his previous speed and sped towards the door.

At the same time, the bell hanging above their heads began to carry out the "countdown to annihilation". When the countdown ends, the spatial vortex merges and unestably, and everything dissolves into nothingness.

This time, they are really in a race against time.

Perhaps it was fate, when the cross-border passage was about to be annihilated at the last moment, Sanders took Ingres, who was soaked in blood and sweat, and successfully ran out of the passage.

While Ingres was lying in the underground cave of the valley of the wind and panting, a burst of bright light suddenly erupted from inside the cross-border passage opened by the fragmented mayfly

It's like a person who can't catch up and is angry, expressing his dissatisfaction with a bright light.

But in the end, Angel and Saunders managed to escape from that life-threatening passage, and the bright light represented annihilation, and annihilation only existed in that unstable cross-border passage...... The law of the abyss does not allow the entry of annihilation at all.

Therefore, they can only see the bright light of annihilation, but they do not need to feel the power of annihilation.

After the bright light, the cross-border passage was completely closed.

When the dust settled, all the worries and fears came to an end, and the surroundings became as if nothing had happened. Only, the smell of blood and sweat in the air showed that the previous escape trip was not a dream.

When Ingres was still lying on the ground like a salted fish, Sanders had already sorted out his appearance, and he was completely like the most gentlemanly and elegant traditional nobleman at the dinner party.

If it weren't for the fact that Sanders was still a little tired between his eyebrows, he wouldn't have seen that they had just experienced a battle against time.

"Well done. Sanders' low voice was quite sexy.

Angel lay on the ground and laughed.

He knew that he must be silly when he was smiling now, but he couldn't think of what kind of expression to use to express the joy of the rest of his life, only laughing could show how happy and lucky he was.

After the horror comes joy, and after the sheer happiness, what remains is emptiness and happiness, and doubt.

After a long time, Ingres was still lying on the ground in the shape of a salted fish, and Sanders did not urge, and neither of them spoke again. Sanders was thinking, and Ingres was restoring the emptiness in his body.

When Angel felt a little strength in himself, he slowly sat up.

"Mentor, what happened before? Why did it suddenly become like that, when the passage was normal, but it was broken like a mirror?"

Sanders didn't answer immediately, but said, "Clean up before you talk to me." ”

Angel looked down and saw that the strong smell of blood and the sour smell of fermented sweat was permeating the air.

He sneered, and hurriedly gathered the water and wind elementals and used the cleansing technique to clean up his own dirt.

"And your hair. Sanders said.

Angel touched his scalp, greasy and knotted, and it was messy like a chicken coop.

It took a few more minutes to clean up, and then Angel put his wet hair on his forehead and asked suspiciously, "Mentor, was the previous situation because the space here was unstable?"

"It has nothing to do with the spatial stability of the wind valley, it should be something unexpected in the cross-border passage. Sanders couldn't say exactly because it was the first time he had encountered such an accident.

Although the number of times he crossed the border was not small, it was the first time that he crossed the border through the fragmented mayfly.

"If you want to know if it's an accident, you'll try again. ”

"Do you want to try?" Ingre's face was a little frightened, not only because he didn't want to return to the wizarding world at this time.

Sanders replied in the affirmative, having asked Grea about some of the uses of the Fragmented Mayfly, which had not been the case, preferring that it was a single event.

Perhaps, just bad luck.

Thinking of this, Sanders couldn't help but secretly say in his heart: "Speaking of which, since leaving the Overwatch Fortress, luck has not been too good...... I don't know what's going on. ”

Sanders didn't overthink it, just thought it was a coincidence.

"Rest today, you pay attention to recovery, and wait until tomorrow. ”

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