Above the dome, spiderweb-like cracks spread, and a few beams of light suddenly pierce through like sharp swords.
After sparks burst forth, a brick from the ceiling suddenly falls, raising a cloud of dust, and a figure descends, their robe faintly showing cracks. The instant they land, the temperature and intensity of the flames in the room suddenly rise by a significant level.
Su Rin lands and stares at "Su Rin" for a second, then looks towards Su Ming'an.
"The tentacles creature east by south 35° has been slain by me. The era it guards is 'pseudo-modern'," Su Rin says.
Among countless fixed destinies, there are four exceptions—Noel, Su Rin, Lv Shu, Yuanyuan. Among them, the easiest to cross the world's edge for rescue is Su Rin.
Su Ming'an nods to him: "You came just in time, thank you."
The "Su Rin" beside him is silent for a moment, suddenly looking at Su Ming'an: "Is he 'me'?"
"Mm." Su Ming'an responds.
"Is he I?"
"Mm." Su Ming'an nods.
