Lan Lao, who was completely absorbed in his work, had obviously forgotten that he was only level 60, and even forgot to eat.
The chalk stopped in one spot, and Lan Tianqi's train of thought suddenly broke down.
"No, no."
He shook his head repeatedly, then shouted without turning his head.
"Run the data again during the National Day holiday!"
"good."
Shadow Eleven's voice came through, and following Elder Lan's instructions, he began running the data.
"Record of the thirty-seventh test".
"A 1000-meter-high object was thrown and fell freely without resistance in 9.8 seconds!"
"Monsters are spawning within a 3000-meter radius: 3 level 550 monsters and 12 level 500 monsters..."
"Demonic energy concentration: Grade A"
"......"
This has happened dozens of times in the past two days.
After being trapped in a small abyss dimension, with Shadow Eleven protecting him, Elder Lan was naturally out of danger.
but,
Because Elder Lan's strength is too weak, if he moves rashly, he will easily be affected by the illusion of the mist and other attacks, so he can only stay in place and wait for rescue.
During this period, Elder Lan asked Shadow Eleven to cooperate with some data collection, and he obediently did so.
I just used it to pass the time.
After running all the data, Ying Shiyi added,
"Elder Lan, take a rest. The rescue is on its way. I can sense that the passage between the two worlds will open soon."
Lan Tianqi ignored them and looked up at the data on the wall.
He scanned the rows of numbers, calculating rapidly in his mind, countless thoughts arising within him.
"46 hours ago, a 1000-meter freefall took 10.3 seconds..."
"Monsters are being born more frequently, their maximum strength remains the same, but their overall rank is lower..."
"The intensity of demonic energy dropped from S-grade to B-grade and then rose back to A-grade..."
In Lan Tianqi's eyes, all this data is a mess!
Each data point points to a different endpoint, making it completely unpredictable.
The only thing he could tell was that something was wrong!
Something's not right!
Click—
In his moment of distraction, Lan Tianqi used too much force, and the chalk broke in half. His knuckles slammed into the cliff face, scraping his skin.
In that instant, he understood something.
"Don't come near! Tell them not to come near!"
Lan Tianqi's hair was disheveled, and he looked completely unkempt, but his eyes were blazing with fury, and he let out a roar.
"This is not a small abyssal dimension!"
All the data formed a huge pattern in his mind, ultimately revealing the truth.
"This is... an evolving medium-sized abyssal plane!"
"This is a trap, a trap designed for Shura!"
Lan Tianqi's voice even carried a hint of despair.
"Once the Abyss Plane has fully evolved, a Demon God will be born, and everyone who steps into the trap... will die!"
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