I'm trapped in a cube

The spear in Mo Ling's hand seemed to disperse the flames directly.

Just like the first time he fought against the flames, this shadow weapon pierced into the flames effortlessly.

The surroundings were quiet, and the dispersed flames naturally fell behind him and were eroded by the light plague.

The patterns on the spear rotated slightly, and Mo Ling heard the conversation clearly.

But after those words fell into his heart, they did not stir up any waves.

His heart seemed to stop at the same time as time, and no longer produced emotions.

The blood vessels stretched freely, and the surrounding Hanye tribes were all motionless, with black hair hanging in the air, like a bunch of solidified shadows.

The gravel that was rolled up by their running was also fixed in the air, reflecting the gradually dimming firelight, and in the blink of an eye it was occupied by darkness again.

The burnt-out flames seemed to emit bursts of black smoke, gradually covering the surroundings...

"Has it been destroyed? Or has it been transformed?"

A question arose in Mo Ling's heart. Looking at the fading flames, his arm holding the spear began to hesitate.

"Crack!"

At the moment when his heart wavered, he heard a shattering sound.

The spear broke.

The tip of the spear suddenly shattered, turning into black dots, floating together with the suspended gravel.

The lines on the handle of the gun were also becoming blurred, and the voices of those talking became quieter and quieter until they became inaudible whispers.

After hearing the sound, Mo Ling hurriedly looked at his hands.

He only saw a group of disordered darkness, entrenched in his hair, so deep that it seemed to swallow everything around.

The black became deeper and deeper, and Mo Ling actually saw two disintegrating black lines in it.

"It's the coordinate axis..."

As the spear was damaged, the two fixed coordinate axes actually escaped!

Seeing this, Mo Ling subconsciously grabbed the two black lines with his other hand, trying to stop them from escaping.

But he couldn't grab the invisible coordinate axis, and was sucked into the deep darkness.

A sense of weightlessness came, and the two black lines became thicker and thicker in Mo Ling's eyes, turning into thick ropes, and then into huge tree trunks, and finally into two black pillars that reached the sky, trapping Mo Ling in them.

He fell deeper and deeper, and hit the black pillars hard.

Bang!

A metallic crisp sound came, and Mo Ling hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop it, but touched a furry thing...

The deep darkness gradually faded, and rustling sounds came from the surroundings again.

It was like some creature was turning over the gravel, and it was like someone was walking rapidly on the sand.

"What is this?"

Mo Ling pinched the furry thing and suddenly realized that this was the hair of the dark race?

The heart trembled slightly, and the perception gradually returned to normal. The contracted blood vessels slowly stretched, and Mo Ling finally "saw" the scene in front of him again...

A strange dark race was standing in front of Mo Ling, and his hand was holding the other's shoulder, and his claws scratched the other's skin.

But even so, the other party did not react, and just let him hold it quietly...

Mo Ling quickly loosened his hand and stepped back.

"Are you okay?" The strange dark race in front of him asked with concern.

"It's okay, what about you?" Mo Ling looked at the wound on the other's shoulder.

The wound looked very deep, and the cracked place was oozing black liquid, but the other party didn't care at all.

Seeing Mo Ling looking at his wound, the heart of the strange dark race opposite beat a few times, and also looked at his shoulder.

"Small problem."

He slowly took out a ball of black clay from his hair, and then evenly smeared it on his shoulder.

Then, he used his claws to cut a hole in the clay.

A magical thing happened. The cut on the clay quickly became smooth. He immediately patted off the clay. The wound under the clay had completely healed and was smooth. Except for the bald hair, there was no problem at all.

Mo Ling was stunned. He looked at the other party's shoulder and the clay on the ground.

The other party patted the dust on his shoulder, picked up the clay and stuffed it back into his hair.

"What is that?"

"A weapon with the smoothing rule, used to smooth the wound."

"Can the smoothing rule be used like this?" Mo Ling asked in surprise.

"Just some simple techniques..."

The other party answered modestly, walked forward again, and introduced himself to Mo Ling:

"Han Ye tribe, Han Qi."

...

"Are you from the Polar Night tribe?"

Han Qi noticed the shadow weapon on Mo Ling's arm and asked him.

Mo Ling then remembered the broken spear. He quickly tried to control it, but the shadow weapon did not respond at all. His command was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no response.

"It should be broken."

Han Qi watched Mo Ling's operation and whispered.

It seems that it is indeed broken...

No matter how Mo Ling issued the command, the shadow weapon that was previously as easy to use as an arm, had no response at all, and became a motionless shadow, attached to his hair.

After trying for a while, Mo Ling finally gave up.

"It seems to be really broken. I don't know how to fix it..."

Looking at the damaged weapon, Mo Ling was in trouble. He was not a real member of the Midnight Tribe, so of course he didn't know how to repair this weapon.

Han Qi, who was standing by, saw that Mo Ling was always in distress, and quickly patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry, it will be fixed. You broke it when you were fighting with the flame, right?"

"Yes."

"Sure enough, I see that there is a mark of flame on your body... It's worth it to consume a weapon to kill the flame."

Han Qi comforted Mo Ling, and Mo Ling also realized that he had misunderstood. He wanted to explain, but he felt a burning breath coming from the other party.

It was a kind of looming breath, but it was very obvious in the dark. It came out from the other party from time to time, with hot smoke, and rushed into Mo Ling's senses.

Disgusting, disgusting, but very awed, it gave him the same feeling as the flame, and even felt that the flame came directly in front of him.

"Flame..." Mo Ling whispered softly.

Mo Ling's whisper was also heard by Han Qi. He was stunned for a moment and explained: "Yes, I also have the mark of fire on my body, just like you..."

It turns out that the mark of fire is so obvious.

Mo Ling finally understood why others could sense the mark of fire on his body in an instant when he was in the Han Ye tribe.

But he himself could not feel such an obvious mark.

"Have you killed a flame too?"

Feeling the breath of the mark, Mo Ling asked the strange "fellow tribesman" in front of him.