Chapter 493: The End of the Eighth World

Apocalypse Invasion: Survival on the Infinite Train

Chaos.

Ming Chu's palm, bearing a wound, pressed against the massive, out-of-control anomaly with impossible smoothness, right on the spot between its brows—a place humans would instinctively avoid.

It was the most suitable spot, yet also the place where its consciousness was most concentrated.

A wave of chaotic pain surged through her, and even Ming Chu let out a muffled groan, her expression showing a flicker of agony.

But she had already closed her eyes.

The previously rampaging anomaly, Xiao Cong, had also quieted down.

One human and one anomaly, one small and one massive, yet there was a strangely harmonious feeling between them.

The young man touched his blindfold, smiled, and pulled out a stack of talismans and a peachwood sword: "Well, this is our chance. You lot who aren't fully dead yet, I'll help you out. You should just lie down and rest for now."

He poked around with the peachwood sword, careful to avoid Xiao Cong.

Xiao Cong's ghostly energy was only subconsciously gentle and accepting toward Ming Chu, but not toward others. After circling twice, the young man was already coughing incessantly. He finally walked to the cave entrance and sat down, weak and listless: "Do you still have any of that little drink? I think I need some too."

"Here you go." Xu Ruo, passing by the entrance, handed him two bottles. She had one in her own mouth as well. She glanced inside with worry, and just that one look made her feel unwell. She quickly took a sip of Purified Water, averted her gaze, and asked anxiously, "Will our captain be alright?"

"She won't die, and as long as she doesn't die, you can take her back." The young man sat on the ground, his voice weak, though his spirit seemed fine.

He said, "I can hold on for two more rounds. Let's see if your captain finishes first or if I run out of life first."

Xu Ruo: "..."

That sounded too pitiful.

Xu Ruo handed him two more bottles of Purified Water: "Hang in there. Trust our captain."

The young man smiled faintly.

If he didn't trust Ming Chu, why would he be here?

He just hoped Ming Chu could be quick.

After all, everyone wants to live, and he was no exception.

As for Ming Chu, who was being worried about by so many, her situation was... well, not great, but not too bad either.

After the initial emotional shock, she had felt a bit dazed and heavy-headed, but then she found herself in a pitch-black space.

This time, she couldn't even see herself, and there seemed to be no boundaries or paths around her.