"Hold on!" Lin Mo squeezed out two words from between his teeth, mixed with blood foam. He burst out with all his potential, ignoring the severe pain in his body, and suddenly jumped up from the ground, like an arrow from a bow, rushing towards the forcibly opened gap! At the last moment of jumping into the dark passage, he looked back -

At the center of the pit, a purple-black beam of light, like a ravenous giant python, tightly coiled around the deep blue ice crystal shield, its light rapidly dimming! Shen Qingli's body trembled violently, and in her silver-gray eyes, the icy blue light was like a candle in the wind, being devoured and engulfed by the surging purple-black! Her mechanical left arm, covered in liquid metal, rose uncontrollably, her fingers flexed, ominous purple lightning lingering on her fingertips, and she aimed them at his back as he leaped into the tunnel!

An icy feeling of being locked up, as if to freeze his soul, suddenly descended upon him!

Lin Mo's scalp exploded! His body twisted forcefully in mid-air, and his high-frequency sword instinctively thrust backwards to block!

Swish!

A subtle yet extremely dangerous arc of purple-black electricity, like the tongue of a venomous snake, brushed past the blade of his sword, leaving a deep, charred mark on the shoulder of his thick tactical armor, leaving a deep, visible internal wiring! The terrifying annihilation energy instantly corroded the inner layer of the armor, and an intense numbness and tingling sensation spread along his shoulder!

Lin Mo groaned, and with the help of the impact, his body accelerated and fell into the bottomless dark passage below!

Boom!

Above, the gap opened by Shen Qingli was instantly buried by the violent energy turbulence and the collapsed alloy debris! The figure who was resisting the high-dimensional erosion and exuding a breath of despair and chaos, along with the terrifying purple-black beam, was sealed outside!

The darkness, as thick as real ink, instantly swallowed up Lin Mo.

Falling!

His body tumbled and collided uncontrollably in the narrow, rusted metal tunnel! Every collision brought bone-shattering pain! His helmet was completely damaged, and the night vision function of his tactical goggles was ineffective. The absolute darkness stripped him of all vision! Only the burning pain and numbness from the wound on his shoulder, burned by the purple lightning, reminded him of the thrilling life-or-death moment.

Bang!

His heavy body finally crashed to the cold, hard ground. The immense force of the impact blacked out his vision and made his internal organs seem to shift. He curled up on the ground, coughing violently, each breath carrying a strong odor of blood and rust dust.

Above, a dull roar of energy and the sound of metal twisting and tearing rolled in like muffled thunder. The entire passage was shaking violently, and a large amount of rust and dust fell. That was Shen Qingli, standing alone outside, fighting against the terrifying high-dimensional invasion! Every vibration was like a heavy hammer hitting Lin Mo's heart.

He forced himself to calm down. He couldn't stop! Every second was earned by Shen Qingli's life!

He fumbled to remove the shattered helmet from his waist and threw it away. Enduring the excruciating pain, he fumbled for a high-concentration battlefield stimulant from the first aid kit built into his tactical armor and plunged it into his thigh without hesitation! The icy liquid instantly injected into his veins, igniting a fire that forcibly suppressed the excruciating pain and numbness in his body, forcing his spirit, which was on the verge of collapse, back to normal!

Light spots and hallucinations began to appear at the edges of his vision due to the effects of the drug. He fumbled to turn on a small emergency light on the shoulder of his tactical armor that had not yet completely damaged. A faint, pale beam of light pierced the darkness, barely illuminating the area within a few meters.

It was a vast vertical tunnel, constructed of thick alloy pipes and rusted metal platforms. He had landed on a relatively wide metal platform at the bottom of the tunnel. At the edge of the platform lay a bottomless abyss of darkness. Ahead, a rusted metal trestle, strewn with condensation pipes, led into the darkness.

The air was thick with the scent of rust, stale motor oil, and a faint, soul-depressing, lingering scent of high-dimensional interference. The Geiger counter built into the tactical armor emitted a low, steady hum, indicating that the radiation level here was far above the safe threshold.

Lin Mo struggled to his feet, stretching his aching but still able-bodied body. He picked up the high-frequency sword that had fallen not far away, its blade gleaming coldly under the pale light of the emergency lights. The pulse pistol had damaged its energy cartridge in the fall, temporarily rendering it scrap metal. He holstered it, gripping the sword in his right hand and holding onto the cold metal pipe wall with his left. He walked along the pier, step by step, into the darkness.

The pier beneath his feet groaned with a piercing groan, as if it would collapse at any moment. The beam of the emergency light seemed so weak and powerless in the thick darkness, illuminating only a few steps ahead. The fear of the unknown surged from the darkness on all sides like an icy tide, trying to swallow him up.

The coordinates of Shen Qingli's last roar echoed repeatedly in his mind: X-7, Delta-9! The source!

At the end of the trestle, a hemispherical metal space of unimaginable size emerged. This seemed to be the core computer room of an old-fashioned quantum communication relay station. Countless giant server cabinets, long dead and coated in thick dust and rust, stood in rows like silent steel tombstones, stretching to the edge of the horizon. Thick cables, like the carcass of a giant python, dangled from the ceiling ducts, becoming tangled in the thick dust on the floor. The air was icy cold, thick with metallic dust and a sense of... a chilling stillness, like the silence left by billions of data.

Lin Mo's emergency light beam swept across the vast steel graveyard. The tactical armor's built-in microscanner, shrouded in intense radiation and unknown interference, could only intermittently work, barely capturing the general outline of the structure. He deciphered the blurred number plate on the side of the cabinet, struggling to find the "X" area.

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