Li Qingming, without hesitation, shouldered his bat and stepped into the entrance of the Secret Realm.
"Come on, Future Technology, your assessment begins now."
Buzz—
After a brief darkness, Li Qingming felt the scene shake, forcing him to slightly bend his knees to maintain stability.
Then, his vision brightened, and he could see again.
This was a subway carriage in motion, sparsely populated with about a dozen passengers.
Only...
They were not human.
Five meters to the right, squatting on a seat, was a three-headed dog covered in dripping flesh, panting heavily and drooling on the spot.
Further away sat a tattered old nun, her body wrapped in scalding chains, causing her great pain. Her long fingernails were all deeply embedded in the holy book she held, but she kept her mouth tightly shut, as if upholding a vow of silence.
About fifteen meters away, a gargoyle stood rigid in the middle of the carriage, immobile as if in deep slumber.