Doomsday Roulette

Ye Zhongming said nothing and directly followed the group of people to their landing spot. He felt his body being lifted by a force, and then he ascended into the sky, leaving this space at a leisurely pace.

Once the barrier of this space was gone, Ye Zhongming saw the scenery outside.

Shocking!

If he had to describe the scene before him in one sentence, it would be that this was a city that only existed in human imagination—no, even beyond imagination.

The first impression was overwhelmingly complex: magnificent, dreamy, novel, vibrating, and astonishing, among many others.

Before Ye Zhongming could take a closer look, that force began to drag him down again. At that moment, he realized that the place they were descending to was another 'transmission' space that was exactly the same as the one before.

In this space, two more beings similar to Ye Zhongming were brought along.

Thus, together with the space where Ye Zhongming 'was born', they visited a total of five identical locations and picked up eight individuals before the transmission ended.

The group flew in the air for a while, during which the guide remained silent, only handing each of the eight individuals a transparent screen displaying a language referred to as Dark Strip Language.

For a life form at Ye Zhongming's evolutionary level, with detailed introductions, accurate pronunciation, and grammar demonstrations, mastering a language was an easy task. By the time they arrived at what appeared to be a sewer entrance (at least that was how Ye Zhongming perceived it), the eight beings could communicate with each other using this language at a basic level.

"Where is this place? What are we supposed to do?"

One being finally couldn’t hold back, standing at the entrance and refusing to enter.

Ye Zhongming understood this attitude well.

Like him, these beings had all been brought here as top-tier ninth-level entities. Such beings were not just rulers; at least, they were overlords of a region.

Now, without any explanation, they were expected to enter a sewer entrance that looked unremarkable and somewhat shabby amidst this dazzling city. Anyone would feel apprehensive and on guard.

However, this being might have been too accustomed to being dominant and had forgotten what time it was and where they were.

The leading Masked Man said nothing. They only slightly noticed the wide robe he wore stir, and the next moment, a transparent bone hand had already pierced into the chest of the questioning being.

That being looked in disbelief at their punctured body, then fell backward, collapsing onto a ground made of an unknown material. The transparent bone hand that killed him turned into a mass of energy, slowly covering the being's corpse until it disappeared, as if that being had never existed.

The other seven beings felt their scalps turn numb.

Because this implied that they could be killed at any moment.

"Enter."

The Masked Man said only this one sentence. Including Ye Zhongming, the remaining seven complied and obediently entered the sewer.

Once inside, it was not as narrow and cramped as they had imagined, nor was it dark and creepy, or damp and foul-smelling. What greeted them instead was simplicity and cleanliness, as well as... high-end elegance.

In any case, Ye Zhongming did not recognize the vehicle that was transporting them forward.

After a few minutes, the vehicle carried them downward and stopped at a location. When they stepped out of the vehicle, a magnificent underground palace appeared before them.

The architecture was quite retro, with some echoes of feudal Western European styles from Earth, but it was infinitely more luxurious than buildings from that era. Cliffs, plants, and flowing water were perfectly integrated with the structure, and some advanced technological devices were either stationary or in motion around the building, indicating that it was not as ancient as it appeared.

Ye Zhongming and the other seven looked up at the building like country bumpkins, astonished beyond words.