They were rushing toward the deepest part of the corridor, where, in that dark and chaotic space, thick malice churned like tangible sludge in his perception.
"I understand!" Lawrence suddenly exclaimed loudly.
Martha's voice came from the mirror, "What do you understand?!"
However, Lawrence had no time to answer the person in the mirror; having vaguely realized what he needed to do, he immediately took his subordinates and sped up their pace, running forward.
Meanwhile, the battle in the corridor had become fiercely intense. The Queen's Guard was launching their final assault—countless phantom warriors roared, wielding their weapons to annihilate the monsters blocking their way. Soldiers kept falling, dissolving into transient bubbles in the air, and monsters kept collapsing, turning into sludge that flowed into the drainage ditches on both sides. As the ferocious battle raged on, the charging squad slowly made its way to the end of the corridor.
