Not long ago, Duanmu Huai had mocked these Chaos Evil Gods, ridiculing their weakness in this newly formed Milky Way, unable to act directly, only causing trouble through some despicable means. After all, they were just a bunch of cowards hiding in Subspace, incapable of anything but scheming and plotting.
So, he wasn't surprised at all by his current predicament.
Duanmu Huai stood up; his Power Armor, damaged in the battle with the Star Gods, was now fully repaired. He looked around, finding himself in a dark, gloomy, and abandoned corridor. Under the spotlight, the entire steel corridor seemed like a one-way path to a cemetery.
The steel corridor in front of him flickered, revealing the starry sky outside, then quickly reverted to its original form. It seemed the Physical Laws had already twisted here, with the stench of Subspace permeating the entire space, and Duanmu Huai could even sense the shouts and screams emanating from Subspace.
Well, he was on a Spaceship Wreck now.
