The Asylum was enormous. Looking outside from within the room, everything was eerie and dark, as if it stretched on without end.

Zhang Yi frowned and said, "It won't do to just wait here forever. We have to go out and look for clues."

"If the rules follow Martial Arena's design, we have to eliminate all the mental patients here to end the game. Then we need to take the initiative!"

So Zhang Yi decided to leave the room and explore outside.

He extended his left hand, and the space of [Manifold Phenomena] enveloped everyone, preventing unexpected accidents.

Yang Xinxin stayed close to Zhang Yi's side.

As the brains of the team, she would need to take the lead in breaking the rules of this place.

The group left the room, and outside were two intersecting corridors.

The position of this room was strange—it sat at a three-way intersection.

Ahead, and to both the left and right, stretched long hallways.

Rows of rooms with closed doors extended to unknown places. The light wasn't exactly dim, yet everything beyond a dozen meters was pitch black, impossible to make out.

Zhang Yi thought for a moment and tried to activate his spatial traversal ability again.

But every time he used it, the space here stretched out infinitely in response.

It seemed that here, he could only move step by step; any cheating methods would be restricted.

"If that's the case, searching will be very troublesome. The rooms here seem endless."

Zhang Yi said with a frown.

According to the conventions of foreign horror movies, at times like this, there was usually some idiot who would suggest splitting up to look for clues.

But fortunately, there were no fools here. Everyone felt a primal fear of the unknown.

Zhang Yi had become everyone's pillar of strength.

And if anyone left Zhang Yi's side, they could indeed be killed by Batu, who possessed high-level Delta-grade abilities.

"But it's too big here. Searching room by room will take a long time."

Zhou Ke'er tugged at Zhang Yi's sleeve and spoke timidly.

"Haste makes waste."

Yang Xinxin suddenly spoke up.

"And besides, don't forget the rules on the wall."

She raised two fingers: "Second rule: There are many mental patients in the Asylum, and they will actively attack any living thing. So as long as we move, we're bound to attract them."

Zhang Yi nodded: "Then let's set off!"

With that, he looked around and randomly chose to head left.

Chodak led a group of Pagyi Family superhumans, surrounding Zhang Yi and the others in the center as they cautiously moved forward with weapons at the ready.

Whenever they passed a room, Zhang Yi and Old You would reach out from the front to open the door.

"Creak—"

When one room opened, inside was a dark ward with old window curtains swaying, no figures in sight.

Behind them, Fatty Xu and the others barely dared to breathe. The air was dead silent, carrying only the sound of their cautious footsteps, even their breathing.

Every time they opened a door, their hearts were filled with both anticipation and fear.

They hoped to find clues, but they also dreaded the mental patients mentioned in the rules.

And so, they checked through over a dozen rooms, but each was empty, yielding nothing.

But just then, Zhang Yi's gaze suddenly sharpened.

[Mind Domain] detected a fluctuation in the space ahead—something had appeared in the shadows!

"Stop!"

He shouted, halting everyone, and with his left hand he immediately drew his gun, aiming it at the thick darkness ahead.

"Whoosh!"

Something flashed past and disappeared around the corner.

Zhang Yi didn't hesitate: "After it!"

He dashed forward at lightning speed, determined to see what that thing in the darkness was.

Even without using spatial traversal, he was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he had crossed the darkness and reached the end of the path.

At a turning point, he abruptly turned back. A massive black skull, blazing with roaring flames, filled the entire corridor, charging at him to bite!

The raging flames carried an aura of death, and even Zhang Yi, clad in the Hidden Dragon Armor, felt its terrifying destructive power.

Fortunately, he had sensed the danger and was fully prepared.

The long sword in his right hand slashed forward fiercely, and the enormous blade glow collided with the black skull!

Boom!!!

The tremendous roar shook the entire Ward, and the sheer power of this strike startled Zhang Yi and Liang Yue behind him.

Zhang Yi's pupils contracted sharply.

"Epsilon!"

The force of this attack felt very familiar—it was on par with his own. The opponent's strength was formidable.

Could it be that Martial Arena Batu had truly become an Epsilon?

But the next moment, as the smoke and dust cleared, Zhang Yi saw who was on the other side, and his eyes showed a mix of surprise and caution.

"How are you here too?"

"How is it you?"

Both asked almost simultaneously.

Only then did Zhang Yi realize that the group opposite was Lancelot's Knights of the Round Table.

Immediately, Zhang Yi broke into a smile.

"So we're not the only ones who got played!"

Gao Changkong had taken his people into the Demon Abyss the moment they could.

This was his plan—to have his subordinate Batu use his ability to trap anyone who came later.

At this point, Zhang Yi couldn't help but admire Gao Changkong.

That guy always looked harmless, but he was incredibly calculating.

What was even more impressive was his subordinate Batu.

Being able to trap two powerful superhuman groups, even if only for a while, was astonishing enough.

The Knights of the Round Table cautiously stared at Zhang Yi. After a moment's thought, realizing Zhang Yi was the last to enter, he couldn't have been the one pulling the strings.

Lancelot then said, "Right now, the most important thing is finding a way out. I suggest we avoid conflict here, what do you think?"

Zhang Yi replied flatly, "I was just about to say the same."

Just then, Yang Xinxin and the others caught up. Seeing the Knights of the Round Table and the Lhamin family superhumans, they were also a bit surprised.

Lancelot turned and was about to leave with his people.

Yang Xinxin suddenly spoke coldly, "Please hold on."

Hearing Yang Xinxin's words, the Knights of the Round Table turned back.

Yang Xinxin said to them, "Since our goal now is the same—to leave this place—how about we cooperate?"

The Knights of the Round Table had entered this place a good ten minutes before them, so they must have gathered more intelligence.

The Knights came to their senses. Although they realized Zhang Yi and his group were rivals, getting out of here was the priority for now.

"Cooperate? How do you want to cooperate?"

Lancelot smiled gentlemanly and said to Yang Xinxin.

Yang Xinxin said indifferently, "This game was created by a rule-based ability. Only by finding a way to break it can we all get out. Otherwise, we'll have to wait for the 24 hours to end."

"Of course, it's also possible that the rule is fake, and the time we're trapped here could be longer than 24 hours."

"So we need to hurry. We should split up and investigate this place separately. Also, we need to exchange information."

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