"The Gate of Hell... is opening?" Jiang Xinli's finger, which had been slowly drawing circles on the man's firm chest, paused slightly.
In her memory, the Dark Star was called the Gate of Hell not only because it was the exile destination for the entire interstellar's high-level criminals, but also because it was a "hub" for Puppet Corpses.
Every minute of every second, a constant stream of Puppet Corpses would pour into this Deserted Star from dark corners of the interstellar, passing through mysterious Space-Time Rifts.
In addition to the Puppet Corpses, there were also many bizarre, terrifying, and unidentified Mutant Beasts.
And, of course, the notorious, high-security criminals who had been exiled to this planet.
Sheng Tianze gently kissed her forehead. "Female Master, do you still remember what a Space-Time Rift is?"
"Yes. I remember some of it."
