Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

"Follow."

Zhang Yi's gaze sharpened slightly, and he spoke concisely.

Finding the Burning Bones might yield more clues about the Night Witch or the heart of the forest.

Moreover, they will inevitably have to fight another big battle then.

Finding Burning Bones and Meteor Shower, and bringing Meteor Shower back, means the end of her life.

But so what?

He was willing to do anything to prevent the moon from cracking and Earth's surface from being impacted and entering a true apocalypse, even if it meant wiping out the entire Lunarian race.

The two men and the dog continued on their way, relying on Brian's nose to navigate through the intricate woodland.

With its head lowered, it sniffed hard with its large black nose. The gas collected from the scent sensor would enter its combat suit for identification.

The surrounding silence grew heavier and heavier; even the sound of the wind disappeared, leaving only the sound of their own footsteps and breathing to be heard clearly.

Zhang Yi felt a throbbing sensation in his temples, and tiny, flickering black dots began to appear at the edge of his vision.

"Brother Zhang Yi," Yang Xinxin suddenly spoke, her eyes filled with deep concern, but not nervousness, "Are you alright?"

Zhang Yi frowned. He felt that his emotions were somewhat chaotic and irritable, as if the surface of his brain was covered by a sticky, murky substance.

“It’s spiritual pollution,” he said in a deep voice. “It’s more insidious than what we’ve encountered before, like water dripping on a stone.”

He tried to build a barrier using dimensional portals to prevent himself from being spiritually corrupted.

But the pollution was pervasive, not a direct attack, but a subtle distortion of his perception.

This thing isn't a physical attack, but a mental one. Its almost superhuman, all-encompassing nature makes it difficult to defend against.

The pollution of one's spirit and will is pervasive.

Zhang Yi was all too familiar with this feeling.

I had a similar feeling back in the sealed land of Mammon.

But clearly, Samael, the Sin of Wrath, possesses a mental corrupting power that is far more disgusting than the sleeping Mammon.

Gradually, the scene before Zhang Yi's eyes began to change.

Sometimes normal, sometimes distorted, turning into all sorts of bizarre shapes.

Zhang Yi rubbed his combat suit mask, a gesture that seemed rather self-deceptive.

"I feel a bit like I'm carsick right now."

The twisted trees seemed to come alive, their branches swaying slowly like tentacles, and the liquid seeping from the ground was no longer dark red, but thick black sludge, bubbling and gurgling.

Most strangely, Zhang Yi saw that his hands, and even his whole body, began to be surrounded by a cold, black flame.

The flame had no heat, yet it made him feel a burning pain and...hunger from the depths of his soul.

The illusion suddenly intensified.

He found himself no longer in a forest, but standing on a boundless wasteland.

The sky was an eternal blood-red twilight, the earth was cracked, and not a blade of grass grew.

But when he opened his eyes again, the sky suddenly turned blue with white clouds, and he was standing on a lush mountain range, with tender green grass everywhere.

The wind blew over him, making the scene a little noisy today.

"The feeling of this illusion is so real."

Zhang Yi couldn't help but make a couple of sarcastic remarks.

Just as he was trying to memorize Wang Shouren's "The Philosophy of Mind" and calm his mind to regain his senses, a human figure appeared on the vast plain.

A handsome young man dressed in a simple linen robe was sitting leisurely on a rock, holding a shepherd's staff in his hand.

The boy's face was so perfect it seemed unreal, with a gentle smile on his lips, but his eyes were deep black vortexes that seemed capable of devouring all light.

He had a blade of grass in his mouth as he herded a flock of sheep grazing in the fields.

His appearance gave Zhang Yi a feeling of being in another world.

It's so similar, so incredibly similar!

More than half a year ago, he had a similar feeling.