Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

He gritted his teeth and cursed, his voice terribly hoarse.

He looked around, trying to find some of his companions who were still alive.

Loki and Hela gradually recovered from their madness. The three of them looked at each other and saw fear and exhaustion in each other's eyes.

On another battlefield, Indra had just shattered the last illusion. The Seven Treasures Golden Steps were now dim and lifeless. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked towards the signal in the sky.

"Finally, we have a direction."

He gave a wry smile, determined the direction, and immediately sped away, his figure flashing rapidly among the dead trees.

Benjamin Morgan was in the most precarious situation.

The tycoon was hiding in a broken gold coin barrier, his expensive suit now just rags.

Upon seeing the signal, he breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the banknotes scattered all over the ground with a pained expression.

"This deal was a huge loss..."

He muttered to himself, but quickly tidied his clothes and moved toward the center.

In the frigid realm, the goddess of winter, Morana, had just frozen her last mad colleague.

Alexei gripped his battle axe with both hands, his upper body clad in a suit that tightly bound his massive, polar bear-like frame.

"Look there."

He pointed towards the sky.

Morana looked up and, sure enough, saw the words Zhang Yi had left in the distant sky.

Her icy blue eyes gazed at the sky, and she nodded slightly. The chill around her condensed into a path of ice crystals, extending in the direction indicated by the signal.

……

At this point, Odin's group was in the worst situation.

When they regained consciousness, they found themselves in a strange, black desert.

The sand was icy cold, and with each step you would sink deeper into it, as if countless hands were pulling you down.

"There's something wrong with this sandy area."

Hela was the first to notice the anomaly; her death powers were severely suppressed here, making it difficult even to summon the lowest undead.

Loki gripped his battle axe tightly, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

"I feel... something is watching us."

Her intuition was always accurate, and at this moment she felt even more terrified.

Odin and Hela's gazes immediately sharpened.

"Damn it, can I really be that unlucky? If I really run into the monsters here, that would be a real problem!"

Before he finished speaking, the sand suddenly began to shift.

The fine black sand grains slid like living things, and a huge vortex quickly formed around the three of them, with a terrifying suction force coming from underground.

"careful!"

Loki tried to leap up, but was pulled back by an invisible force.

Odin roared and, without the slightest hesitation, slammed the Eternal Spear in his right hand into the black quicksand vortex beneath him!

Silver lightning suddenly erupted beneath him, instantly creating a violent recoil force in the dark sand.

Using this force, the three of them soared into the air and landed far away on several black boulders.

A sickening grinding sound came from underground, as if countless sharp teeth were gnawing at the rocks.

Sand grains shot into the sky, and a massive figure slowly emerged from the dark sandstorm.

A monster appeared before them.

In the dark desert, a terrifying body over six meters tall slowly rose from the sea of ​​sand, like a moving black mountain.

Sand cascaded down its carapace covered in jagged spikes like a waterfall, gleaming with an ominous metallic sheen against the blood-red sky.

Its blood-red, emotionless eyes slowly turned, each lens reflecting three tiny figures, their eyes gleaming with the cold, predatory light.

Odin searched through the database and finally found the guy's information in the Dark Moon Empire's records.

Crippled Scorpion! An exile from the Darkmoon Empire, and once one of the most powerful generals of the Darkmoon Empire.

Odin's single eye narrowed slightly, its pupil reflecting every detail of the colossal creature.

He could clearly see the ancient patterns on the broken scorpion's carapace and feel the suffocating pressure emanating from it.