Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space!

"This... what is this place?!" Li Zhentian was so scared that he collapsed to the ground, trembling all over.

He rubbed his eyes desperately, trying to convince himself that it was just an illusion.

But the pungent burnt smell everywhere and the clearly visible flesh and blood told him that all this was real.

"That is..." His eyes inadvertently swept across the hot oil pool and he froze.

The twenty-meter-diameter oil pool was surging with sticky bubbles, and charred limbs were floating in the brown liquid.

On the hand bones with pieces of flesh hanging from them, the Youlong Gang's unique black dragon tattoos can be vaguely seen.

Li Zhentian was so frightened by this scene that he staggered back, and the soles of his shoes made a harsh sound as they scraped against the metal floor.

At this moment, a half-melted body at the edge of the oil pool suddenly raised its head, and its melted vocal cords let out a leaky roar.

That was clearly the "second in command" who had clinked glasses with him three days ago.

At the same time, more charred human figures poked their bodies out of the hot oil.

Their festering eye sockets all turned towards Li Zhentian.

"Hallucination... This is an illusion created by a psychic!"

Li Zhentian shook his head desperately, as if trying to get the scene out of his mind.

"Yes, this must be an illusion! It must be fake!"

The more he tried to deny it, the more he felt that everything before him was mercilessly mocking his naivety.

The boiling oil was churning before my eyes, as if it was screaming its death cry.

His heart was beating wildly, and fear had already wrapped around him like a poisonous snake.

Just as he slumped to the ground in despair, heavy footsteps suddenly came from behind him.

He turned around sharply and saw two tall figures wearing metal exoskeleton armor walking out of the shadows.

They had a cold metallic luster on their bodies, their arms were as thick as iron clamps, and their faces were completely obscured by armor, revealing a creepy indifference.

"Who are you?! What are you going to do?!" Li Zhentian was so scared that he stepped back repeatedly, using his hands and feet to crawl to the edge of the platform, trying to stay away from the two death-like beings.

However, the two armored men did not answer any questions, but just took a step forward indifferently and lifted Li Zhentian up from the ground.

They grabbed his arms, one on each side, ignoring his frantic struggles and screams.

"Let me go! What are you doing?!" Li Zhentian struggled desperately, like a fish being dragged out of the water, twisting his body, trying to break free from their hands, "Please! I was wrong! Forgive me! Let me go——"

The two armored men did not respond at all, as cold as a pair of emotionless machines.

They dragged Li Zhentian to a high-altitude platform outside the observation window, and then let go of him without saying a word.

"ah---!"

Li Zhentian's body lost support in an instant, and he fell from the sky, straight towards the boiling oil surface.

He waved his hands wildly, trying to grab something, but to no avail.

"No--!!!" His scream echoed in the air, but was drowned out by the harsh sound of splashing oil the next second.

When his body fell heavily into the pool of boiling hot oil, the intense heat instantly burned his skin black, and severe pain spread from every cell in his body.

He twisted wildly in the pool of oil, trying to break free, but only allowed more hot oil to soak into his body.

His screams were heart-wrenching, as if he was begging for a little mercy from this purgatory, but all he got in response was endless pain and despair.

On the observation platform, the two "mech men" looked at the oil pool indifferently, then turned and left, as if they had just performed a routine task.

And Li Luo in the outside world is sensing all this through spiritual connection.

There was no trace of emotion on her face, she just continued to speak to her employees with her mind:

"Don't rush to end it. This guy is a high-level psychic with good physical fitness. He can hold on. Let him slowly enjoy his 'new life'."

After saying this, she cut off her mental connection with the space with confidence and turned to look at Lu Jingcheng who was standing beside her.

"Shen Jun's matter cannot be delayed any longer."

Li Luo's voice was calm and cold, revealing a chilling murderous intent.

Lu Jingcheng nodded and said coldly:

"Not only Shen Jun, but also his Flying Eagle Squad and his accomplices. None of them can be let go."

The two looked at each other, the same anger and determination burning in their eyes.