7:05:21.
Li Qingming's squad, a team of four, was already lined up in front of the villa district's gate.
In front of them was a huge, squat mass of inky black space, like an oversized black box created out of thin air by dieties or like a massive prison rising from Hell.
There was no glow or reflection on its surface, and apart from light, nothing could truly make contact with it, as some powerful repelling force held everything at a minuscule distance away.
Only its entrance flowed with a thick hue, so clearly defined and fascinating, it seemed to entice people to enter.
At this moment, Li Qingming was conducting a final check of his personal items.
First was the baseball bat parasitically attached to his hand, which had now reached a ★★★ quality and came with a resonating effect, definitely able to handle most situations.
In addition, he had already quietly affixed the curse nozzle to his left palm, ready to shoot out paralyzing curses at any moment.
