"Brother Wang! Enough! The thirteen rounds of the Game are over, the Number One Player and the others are coming out! Your mission is over!!!" Qiuqiu jumped off Xining's motorcycle and stood at the edge of the Abyss, shouting. She didn't dare get close. Boundless Demonic Qi rushed toward her, carrying a piercing, needle‑sharp chill; this simply wasn't an environment an ordinary people could survive in.
In the center of the Abyss, the brown‑haired boy lay in a blooming flowerbed, his head slightly turned. He heard her.
His trembling hand was still clutching the little spheres, as if holding a handful of faintly glowing Stars.
He no longer had the Strength to stand. Even if the flower Domain could block out the pollution, the Domain sustained by just him and over a thousand Players working together was still too fragile. Even so, he was still mechanically talking to each little sphere one by one, like a robot, tossing them into the door one after another.
