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

Potato, like a pale golden lightning, rushed first towards the rusty iron door on the first floor.

"Squeak--" The harsh friction sound broke the silence. The iron door was shaken violently, and the rust on the edge fell down, making a "ding ding" sound when it landed on the broken glass.

But he didn't care. He lightly raised his hind paws and stepped on the sharp glass fragments with his front paws. The crisp "crackling" sound revealed his vigilance. Every two steps, he turned back and gave Li Luo a short "meow". His light golden pupils shone like two small lights. After confirming that she was catching up, he continued to explore the way forward. His claws occasionally left shallow marks on the ground, as if marking hidden dangerous areas.

The gyroscope next to it was also busy. Its silver tentacles clung tightly to the moss-covered wall. As the tentacles swept across the wall, they intentionally left behind a light blue energy mark. The mark was like a thin glowing line, emitting a soft glow in the dim corridor. It not only marked a safe route for Li Luo, but also enabled him to sense abnormal energy later.

She moved very lightly, with only the occasional "slurping" sound from her tentacles sticking to the wall, but she always followed behind Potato, like an invisible barrier, silently protecting Li Luo's retreat.

Li Luo followed closely behind. As soon as she stepped into the corridor, a foul smell mixed with the fishy smell of rust, the rotten smell of mold and the sour smell of rotting paper hit her in the face, choking her so much that she subconsciously frowned and her throat became tight and dry.

She raised her hand and waved away the dust floating in front of her eyes. Her fingertips created a slight airflow as they passed through the air. With the faint light leaking in from the broken window, she quickly scanned the surrounding environment: the broken glass on the ground reflected the cold light, and the broken steel bars stood out abruptly like hideous bones, with half a rotten and blackened office document hanging on it. The edges of the paper pages had long been brittle and fell to pieces when the wind blew.

The wind blew in through the window, making a "woooo" sound like someone crying silently in the dark, and rolling up the scraps of paper on the ground.

The pieces of paper stuck to the mossy wall and were blown away by the wind. The thin edges trembled in the air flow like a pair of helpless trembling hands.

Li Luo didn't stop, but walked to the second floor on the broken glass. Her footsteps were so light that there was almost no sound when her shoes rolled over the glass. Only the hem of her skirt occasionally swept across the debris on the ground, making a slight "rustling" sound, which was particularly clear in the empty corridor.

As she walked upstairs, the sound of black gas corroding behind her became closer and closer. The "sizzling" sound seemed to be right next to her ears. It was the sound of black gas gnawing at the iron door on the first floor. Even the air around her seemed to be dyed gray and black, revealing a biting chill.

Her footsteps tapped out a rapid rhythm in the corridor, and her skirt swept across the broken glass at the corner of the third floor. Amid the "rustling" sound, the cold air almost wrapped around her back.

Li Luo clenched her fists, the faint light of the wind power on her fingertips had not yet dissipated, but she suddenly caught a glimpse of the sunlight leaking in from the fourth-floor window out of the corner of her eye - the golden light band was like a warm barrier, particularly dazzling in the dim corridor, and it was the perfect battlefield she had been looking for.

"Can't run anymore?" The mysterious man's voice came from behind, with a playful coldness, like an icicle piercing the air.

Li Luo suddenly stopped at the entrance of the fourth-floor corridor. The moment she turned around, a dazzling ball of light-based supernatural power condensed in her palm. The golden light was like a melting sun, dancing in her palm. The warm halo spread out, forcing the surrounding dark aura to subconsciously shrink back, leaving a faint light mark on the ground.