Finally, it stopped at the open space next to the ruins and became silent.

After several attempts, the race deep in the ruins immediately took action after discovering that the black fog was not moving.

They didn't know when this cosmic rift would close, so they could only hurry in.

When passing by the black fog, the black fog didn't react at all. At first, I was very cautious, but later, I basically didn't care about the black fog.

The race in the depths of the ruins was still there, pouring out continuously, but when they touched the sudden, spreading black fog, they disappeared instantly as if swallowed by an invisible giant mouth.

The shrill scream was swallowed up by the black fog, leaving only a chilling silence.

The breath surging in the fog seemed to be able to pierce all living things, and the most primitive fear was the trembling of the unknown.

The black fog overflowed like a tide. Wherever it passed, the rocks were cracked and even the void was covered with twisted ripples.

But when it reached the open space at the edge of the ruins, it suddenly stopped, as if blocked by an invisible wall.

A clear boundary was outlined on the ground, with no sign of movement at all, as if it had solidified into a huge inky rock.

At first, the races in the ruins were very afraid of the strange black fog, and their tentacles stretched out at the edge of the fog, trembling and testing.

Only after confirming that the black fog had no reaction did he dare to move cautiously.

Some brave creatures plucked up their courage and rushed past the fog, but the black fog remained as still as before, without even a ripple.

Once, twice... As more and more races safely passed through the edge of the black fog, the initial fear was gradually replaced by an eagerness for a crack in the universe.

They were well aware of the existence of the cracks, which could change rapidly, and no one dared to delay.

In the end, the rushing tribes were almost running close to the black fog, and when their hooves stepped on the open space, the splashed gravel fell on the fog.

They were annihilated silently, but they didn't even bother to raise their eyelids - compared to the unknown black fog, missing the chance to escape from the sixth universe was a more terrifying thing.

The black fog lay there silently, like a forgotten piece of black jade, casting a heavy shadow on the open space.

Only the occasional passing wind would lift the corners of the fog, briefly revealing countless pairs of scarlet eyes that flashed within, before quickly disappearing into the black fog.