Published: February 9, 2025
When Ye Zhongming snatched Ghost Gold from the iron lock prisoner, he had been unconscious.
When he killed Bill in the competition of death roulette, he sustained serious injuries.
Even outside the Inner City, both he and Xia Bai had nearly died.
But he had never felt as suffocated as he did at this moment.
In terms of strength, these dried corpses were far inferior to Ye Zhongming, including that gigantic dried corpse sea snake.
As long as Ye Zhongming was given some time and space, he could wipe out these dried corpses completely.
However, these dried corpses did not give Ye Zhongming any such space.
After breaking through the wall, he found himself next to a lake of slime, and as soon as he turned around, he was confronted by a corpse that was willing to sacrifice itself.
No matter how fast Ye Zhongming’s edge of the moon dance was or how many python god fingers he pointed, and regardless of how strong his magic crystal weapon was, he could not withstand the impact of the corpse determined to push him down.
Ye Zhongming held on for a full minute but was eventually knocked down.
He immediately used the last Water Avoidance Pearl, while simultaneously slicing down with his knife, sending the slime flying.
Trying to keep his body suspended for as long as possible, Ye Zhongming glanced at the edge of the moon that had come into contact with the slime.
What he feared most was that this slime had strong corrosive or toxic properties; if that were the case, it would be too suffocating to die here today.
At the same time, many things in the space were already prepared, and Ye Zhongming was ready for the worst.
Fortunately, the war knife that had touched the slime showed no changes, and at that moment, Ye Zhongming completely fell into the lake of slime.
On the shore, those dried corpses stopped, no longer rushing and roaring, all staring at the human who was sinking deeper into the slime lake.
In the slime, Ye Zhongming's first reaction was disgust.
This dark green substance, even just visually, gave an extremely uncomfortable feeling.
Having survived for more than ten years in the apocalypse, even the most severe germaphobes would have their habits forcibly altered by the harshness of the end times.
Naturally, Ye Zhongming, being a veteran, was no exception; he could stay motionless for several days in a pile of stinking garbage to complete his mission.
But this slime had a psychological effect that truly made him feel nauseated, and he had to force himself to suppress it to avoid a violent reaction.
His body was uncontrollably sinking, and the harder he struggled, the faster he sank, just like being trapped in quicksand with a pulling force coming from below.
Even using other methods could only slightly slow down the descent, but not stop it.
Ye Zhongming thought for a moment and extended his fingers through the thin membrane formed by the Water Avoidance Pearl, touching the slime.
It felt slippery and cold—this was the first impression. Next came a not-so-strong stimulating sensation, like… applying a facial mask or some cooling ointment.
Ye Zhongming couldn’t tell if it was good or bad, but one thing was certain: even if this liquid was toxic, it wasn't severe and had no corrosive properties.
This made him feel relieved; although his body was still sinking, not breathing for a long time was not a problem for Ye Zhongming.
He didn't believe that this lake of slime could be bottomless.
As he sank, Ye Zhongming didn’t remain idle; he collected some of the slime and even opened the Gate of Sacrifice, trying to see if he could make a sacrifice.
But he didn’t know what this liquid was, and the completely indifferent Gate of Sacrifice showed no interest in it.
As he descended deeper, the surroundings were not dark; the slime emitted a faint glow. Ye Zhongming kept an eye on his surroundings, but everything felt eerily quiet, as if he were isolated from the world.
Ye Zhongming calculated the time in his mind; after sinking for about twenty minutes, he was suddenly attacked.