Creeping dark shadows climbed up from the Abyss, like a black tide flooding up. Only the crawling monsters were slow. The flying monsters had circled the top of the mountain and were diving down. Why did they gather to attack the human bases after the magnetic pole was defeated by the fluctuation? Was there anything special about this time? Or was it just because humans were weak and easy to prey on.

It shouldn’t be.

Polly muttered, “What do they want from this?”

Through the intercom, the sound of whistling wind and Tang Lan’s voice was heard. “Half of the Abyss monsters are leaving and half are coming here. The flying monsters have come up first.”

“We can’t hold on. Sir, what should we do?”

The Highland Research Institute had its own small arsenal of weapons. There was a gunshot and a bird fell into the centre of the Simpson Cage.

The light from the Simpson Cage was too bright and An Zhe could clearly see this scene. The tip of the wings first came into contact with the crimson lasers and caught on fire, instantly turning into glittering powder. The bird raised its neck and seemed to want to scream, but its body quickly fell due to gravity and it fell into the sea of fire.

Then its body was completely shattered and the glittering dust permeated the Simpson Cage like a spring sandstorm, like firewood burning in the fireplace crackling. A life disappeared like this, from form to soul.

An Zhe shuddered and took a few breaths. It wasn’t necessarily a simple way to die but it must be better than him now, whose time was a bit late. Polly lifted him up and fed him some glucose water, but the warm liquid flowing into his esophagus tortured him like a knife. He leaned on Polly.

“The Simpson Cage is a powerful, high-energy particle field. Its energy is too great.”

An Zhe nodded and watched the bird’s death. Only then did he understand why Polly strictly banned the people of the institute from approaching the Simpson Cage. Just then, Rum called out from where he had been staring at the screen. “Sir.”

An Zhe glanced in that direction. On the screen, a few clear white lines suddenly appeared in the disordered noise and chaotic curves. They intertwined in a strange but regular way and slowly rotated.

At the same time, the sparks in the Simpson Cage went out and the last traces of the bird disappeared from the world. On the screen, the lines slowly disappeared.

Polly Joan stood up, his pupils shrinking and his voice quivering as he muttered, “This is… it’s…”

“I think—” Polly rushed to the console and quickly tapped a few buttons before ordering, “Lead other monsters into the Simpson Cage.”