The white light pulsated with great brilliance again and again until darkness returned to claim sovereignty over the area and restore the quietude. The light curtain that formed in pursuit of the fugitives scattered, and the cords returned to their usual spots, filling up the endless space.
They looked so still as if they had not moved in a thousand years.
The boundless metal wall was no longer the focus of attention. It hovered right behind them, staring at the void with rows of circular holes on its surface that looked like its eyes.
There were many "eyes" staring at them, and their surroundings were swarmed with the white cords. One wrong step, and it would be game over. Set against such a situation, even Lin Sanjiu, a veteran who had traveled to many apocalyptic worlds, couldn't help but feel despair.
That's right, she was still in the Data Stream Library.
