Maybe he fought for three days and three nights, maybe it lasted longer, but what surprised Witt was that he didn't feel excessively tired or sleepy, and his energy seemed to be endless, as long as the heart The will to fight is immortal.
The glass zombies are always shattered when they are hit on the body, and finally turned into powder and ash, so they can't be piled up into hills, and there are countless numbers.
The two people who stood more and more courageously fought from this end of the isolated island to the narrow stone bridge road, and went all the way to the bottom of the glass castle. Perhaps it was because the whole world was only a combination of a simple isolated island and a glass castle, the two entered the glass city with a tacit understanding.
The inside of the castle was completely white, and the fighting and noise in the whole world stopped silently like this, and the end was as sudden as the beginning, which was as inexplicable as it was.
After stopping the movements in his hands, Witt realized how quickly his level had grown, and the strength in his body was no longer the same as before.
However, after reaching this step, the unknown progress is what worries him. He already felt quite powerless against the unpredictable and cruel world.
Ayatsuji stood not far in front of Witt, and began to slowly circle around to observe the changes in this new environment, so she soon discovered that the entrance to the castle gate had disappeared without a trace.
"Looks like it's another round of tests." The girl murmured, with a disgusted expression on her face.
Witt couldn't help sighing, but the boundless tranquility at this moment evoked a seemingly long-term memory in him—that was the first round of the Phantom Hunter, and he held hands with Xu Mo, Nolan and Qingkong. The same thought, the illusory world shattered through the mind... So, he stood in front of Ayatsuji, and said to the companion he had already recognized as real: "Do you want to try to shatter this world?"
"What do you mean?" Ayatsuji asked him, still frowning.
"Just use your mind to get out of this world." Witt said, holding her hand, "I know—we all know that our bodies are not in this world, and our souls are not in this world. We are just an illusory period now. Consciousness, trapped in a string of completely imaginary codes. We have to go back now, to the place where consciousness exists, in front of the glass mirror, and we have to smash this world—come on, Ayatsuji, we Let's go back together."
With that said, Witt closed his eyes first, and once again plunged his consciousness into another period of imagination.
I want to go back! I want to go back! ! I want to go back! ! ! - I want to get out of here! ! !
Witt kept shouting, even though there was a sudden gust of wind blowing and howling in his ears, even though the sky seemed to be shaking for a while, he didn't even open his eyes, he just firmly, firmly grasped Ayatsuji's hand Hands, then, shout.
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The sound of howling wind finally passed, and after the vibration that made people's heels unsteady, the two held hands and fell down weightlessly. Then it seemed to fall into the deep sea silently, a sense of suffocation surged, the heartbeat accelerated, breathing was difficult, death seemed to envelop, making people desperate and struggling—the eyes opened instantly!
Witt staggered a few steps, stepped out of the glass mirror, and almost fell to the ground. Ayatsuji followed closely behind.
Relieved, and surrounded by surroundings, his face was instantly filled with expressions of luck, gratitude, and the expression of the rest of his life. Witt couldn't help but shouted up to the sky: "Oh my God, I'm finally back!"
"Congratulations, congratulations." Accompanied by an unfamiliar voice of congratulations, a long shadow in black came out from the side, attracting the attention of Witt and Ayatsuji—