At this moment, the bridge of the Iron Crystal Throne was a cacophony of sharp alarms, error pop-ups clustering into a scarlet mass.
The moment Huai Shi pushed open the gate, the entire Town of Dusk teetered on the brink of collapse. If it weren't for the constant repairs by the Dome Giant, it would have already fallen apart.
But now, Curse and despair spread like a sea, inch by inch drowning the whole world within it. Nearly all observation instruments were screeching at the maximum volume allowed by their settings.
The communications director was almost deafened by the reports from his subordinates.
"Warning, regional depth values are climbing... 14, 15... 20! Depth value 20!"
"Central final depth 23! We've reached the theoretical limit!"
"Black Box conversion in the High Tower Area is complete, but the seal can't hold for long."
"The dissolution of Hell is accelerating, with the estimated end time reduced from six hours to four."
