Between life and death.
Zhang Ping saw the most beautiful scene in the world.
The electrons that move around the atoms escape outward, forming a brilliant light.
At the same time, under the pressure of the world, the atomic nucleus instantly becomes a two-dimensional existence, and space is infinitely stretched because the atoms release energy.
The scene looked like someone was pulling colorful syrup and pulling it into threads. In the crystal syrup, countless tiny bubbles were rapidly disappearing.
Zhang Ping felt as if his body was cut into countless pieces, and his blood, bones, and cells were all disintegrating.
He had no way to resist because the space was stretching, and he was like a fly wrapped in amber, having lost the possibility of resistance.
It's over.
Just like Zhu Yuanzhang who was not far away from him.
Because Zhu Yuanzhang was closest to the core area of the space collapse, Zhu Yuanzhang's body was annihilated along with the space as it disintegrated, and now not even a trace of him remains.
Zhang Ping knew very well that it would be his turn next.
fear.
Unwilling.
But Zhang Ping was helpless.
Because under the pressure of the world, the small space that constituted the eight-story building had been compressed into two dimensions. He was like being in a painting. Although he could still think, he could only watch the "painting" being burned to ashes by the "flame".
It could be a second, or it could be an instant.
Suddenly, a fat arm stretched out from the void. Its hand was extremely huge and kept getting bigger in Zhang Ping's eyes. Then it picked up the space fragments that wrapped around him and brought it directly into the void.
Dark earth.
Zhang Ping fell to the ground like a salted fish, his body was in tatters, one of his legs was stretched to dozens of meters in length, while the other leg was compressed to only a few centimeters.
His hands were not in that piece of space debris, but disappeared with other space debris, so he lost both hands. The wound was not smooth, but strangely smooth, and even some atoms cut in half remained on the cut surface.
Fortunately, there was still some fresh blood retained in the innermost part of his body. After the blood was freed, it immediately began to repair his body.
Suddenly, Zhang Ping felt someone pulling his body. He frowned and tried to open his eyes to observe, but he didn't see anything in front of him.
Because his arm had not been repaired yet, he could only lie on the ground like a salted fish, unable to move at all.
"Who? Who grabbed me?"
Zhang Ping opened his mouth, and after a while the blood repaired his throat, he finally asked.
However, no one answered his question. Instead, the feeling of being pulled came from different positions from time to time. He gritted his teeth and turned around with the strength of his waist. He immediately saw billowing black smoke floating above him. The giant claw that had pulled him out of the space debris before came from this black smoke.
Gurgle.
Zhang Ping swallowed his saliva and dared not act rashly again.
However, subconsciously, he urged the dark mist in his body to cover his body and provide himself with more defense.
etc.
Zhang Ping suddenly realized that the black smoke floating above looked so much like underworld fog.
He controlled the dark mist to extend upwards and directly touch the black smoke.