The squad advanced in silence.
The Cursed Black Sea, an ocean of Curses and calamities, was incredibly viscous. It felt like being ten thousand meters deep in the ocean; they moved as if wading through a swamp, each step meeting immense resistance.
"That last building was a secondary dining hall. The stadium is another kilometer down the main road." As a Jinzhu University student, Zhou Chen knew the campus map by heart. They were now very close to the Curse Source.
However, the farther they advanced, the more Cursed Undead they encountered. Countless savage, desperate faces surfaced from the black sea, their hands grasping and pulling at the squad. They cried out, "Save us," but were actually trying to drag everyone down into Hell.
The moment their hands touched the Battle Armor, they were seared by the Matrix and recoiled in pain. But soon, other Undead would reach out to grab them, creating what felt like an endless hell of demonic hands.
"How hospitable..."
