Beyond the door.
The swamp was covered in black, with skeletal claws and ghosts floating heavily. In the heart of the dead zone where even deities dared not tread, a miracle unfolded with a sea of flowers in full bloom.
A figure was crawling.
His skin was severely ulcerated, and almost everything below his knees was missing, with charred strips of cloth and shriveled black skin hanging, dragging moist traces. The muscles of his arms were shrunken and deformed, with skin tightly clinging to bone, resembling a pair of jagged skeletal claws.
Dense demonic qi hovered, making it impossible for anyone to recognize him.
—Except for the support system players who had been guarding outside the abyss, along with Qiuqiu and Xining who stood by.
"Brother Wang..." Qiuqiu's face was full of pain, seeing Wang Xingkong crawling back, he anxiously said, "Wasn't his mission already over? We were planning to pick him up, why is he crawling back?"
