I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

Night falls over the Kashgar Mountains.

Five thousand SSS-level superhumans from the capital city quietly infiltrated the outer perimeter of the mountain range.

Unlike the first batch, this time, the beasts gave them no time to prepare.

There was no probing, no chasing, and no cat-and-mouse game.

Not long after the five thousand people entered the mountains, an endless tide of beasts suddenly appeared. Thunder, crimson mist, frost, and wind blades intertwined to form an impenetrable net of death, crushing down from all directions.

"Enemy attack!!!"

The first person to shout was struck by a bolt of purplish-black lightning before he could finish speaking, and his entire body exploded into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

Then came the second, the third, the tenth, the hundredth...

The battle turned into a massacre from the very beginning.

Many high-level beasts no longer stood idly by and joined the fray.

SSS-class Thunder Beasts, Frost Beasts, and Crimson Mist Beasts swarmed out, crushing the human formation like a meat grinder.

These five thousand SSS-level superhumans didn't even have time to deploy their defenses before being divided, surrounded, and devoured by the beast tide.

A young man charged left and right, slaying three strange beasts in succession, but he failed to notice the shadow behind him.

A crimson mist beast opened its massive jaws and swallowed him whole. As it chewed, blood oozed from between its teeth.

A metal-type ability user transformed his entire body into metal, acting as a shield to protect his comrades.

However, his body quickly cracked and peeled off under the repeated bombardment of frost and lightning, and finally collapsed like a shattered bronze statue.

Shortly after the battle began, a fire-type ability user detonated his inner power in an attempt to blast a bloody path for his comrades.

The terrifying flames engulfed everything within a hundred meters, but after that, even more strange beasts rushed out of the flames, roaring as they pounced on those who were still struggling.

Left with no other choice, more and more people began to expose themselves, just to give others a chance.

Five thousand people, five thousand SSS-level superhumans, five thousand people who once shouted "I will die without regret" in the square of the capital.

In a short period of time, the number of people dropped from five thousand to less than one hundred.

After a few more breaths, it became a dozen or so.

In the end, only thirteen people fought their way out of the encirclement, covered in blood, and stumbled as they fled towards the edge of the mountains.

As for the "samples," none of them were brought along.

In another part of the Kashgar Mountains, Wang Wei was standing deep within a massive mountain fissure.

He could clearly see the fate of those five thousand people reflected in the mirror.

But he didn't move, or even glance at it.

In front of him, the mountain collapsed from the middle, forming a huge, empty cave.

The cave was filled with a large number of bipedal creatures.

They are about the same height as humans, walk upright, have grayish-white skin that is smooth as a mirror, no hair, and indistinct facial features—only a mouth, no eyes, and no nose.

They stood quietly on both sides of the cave, occasionally emitting a soft hissing sound, like snakes or some kind of insect.

Directly in front of these strange beasts, a space flowed slowly like a mirror.

It's not an illusion caused by water ripples or light refraction.

It is space itself that is twisting, folding, and rotating.

The "mirror" was about three meters high and two meters wide, like a spatial scar that had been torn and healed.

"Boundary Gate," Wang Wei murmured the word.

A voice with golden pupils sounded behind him, deep and tinged with caution: "Our race calls it the 'Gateway.' A rift connecting two realms. That woman left from here."

Wang Wei did not turn around.

His gaze was fixed on the flowing mirror, his pupils reflecting the blurry image of another world.

Qianmengxun.

Two days ago, he had the golden-eyed man capture Qian Mengxun from the battlefield.

Qian Mengxun escaped alone when the team was in the most critical situation, thinking that no one would notice.

But how could her little tricks escape Wang Wei's eyes?

Wang Wei instructed Golden Pupil to "treat" her well.

But he didn't expect that this woman was more ruthless than he imagined.

"She served our descendants very well," the voice with golden eyes held a hint of indescribable complexity, "so our descendants have never killed her."

"Well served..." Wang Wei's lips twitched.

The golden pupils remained silent for a moment.

It didn't know how to describe what happened during those two days and two nights.

Qian Mengxun was imprisoned in this cave, facing hundreds of two-legged beasts.

Normally, any human thrown in would turn into a dried-up corpse within a night.

But Qian Mengxun held on for two days.

It's not about stubbornly holding on, it's not about enduring it to the death.

She used a method that even shocked golden eyes.

For two days and two nights, hundreds of two-legged creatures took turns attacking, yet not one of them became alert.

Until she touched the "gateway," she jumped in without hesitation.

The voice with golden eyes held a hint of annoyance, "It is the fault of our clan. Please punish us."

Wang Wei waved his hand.

"Go and bring her back," he said.

The golden eyes remained silent for a few seconds, then the voice grew even lower: "Not in a short time. Our race cannot withstand the pressure of boundary point teleportation in a short period of time."

"Hmm?" Wang Wei frowned.

The golden-eyed man's tone became solemn, "Each teleportation consumes a large amount of energy and life force. Although our race can cross boundary points, we are not spatial beings. Each crossing requires at least a month of recovery time."

It paused, as if organizing its thoughts, "Our race has just arrived, and the interval between the two teleportations is too short. Our race cannot currently withstand the power of boundary point teleportation. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

The golden pupils hesitated for a moment.

"Unless—" it lowered its voice, "you go there yourself."

Wang Wei narrowed his eyes.

The golden-eyed man quickly added, "I meant no harm. It's just the truth. The teleportation pressure at the boundary point is probably nothing to you."

It is the truth.

But it also has its own selfish motives.

If Wang Wei really teleports there, he most likely won't be able to come back.

It's not because of the pressure of the boundary, but because there are even more terrifying beings in their world.

Wang Wei did not answer immediately.

He turned around and looked again at the flowing mirror surface.

In the mirror's reflection, beneath a crimson sky, on a black wasteland, something seems to be moving.

Can Qian Mengxun survive on the other side?

Wang Wei understands that woman.

She's gambling.

She's betting that there's something in the other side of the world that can help her turn things around.

"Interesting," Wang Wei said softly.

Then, he took a step.

"Hmm," he said calmly, "I'll go take a look."

The golden pupils widened in surprise: "You—"

Wang Wei had already stepped one foot into the boundary.

The moment his body touched the flowing mirror surface, the entire cave shook violently.

The mythical beasts let out sharp screechs and retreated.

The golden light at the boundary point surged wildly, like a startled beast trying to repel the intruder.

But Wang Wei's body only paused slightly, and then he passed through it as if passing through a curtain of water.

The mirror swallowed him.

Silence returned to the cave.