Rolling forward in a ball, Mewo White quickly encountered new obstacles ahead of her.

The interior of the hall was like a "treasure trove", where anything appearing here wouldn't be surprising.

Given the presence of spikes, blades, and flames, it was not surprising at all for Mewo White to encounter rotating gears on the ground.

There were several giant gears, with just the width of one of them already wider than a person's waist;

When the gears spun rapidly, the area within a few meters was all within the range of their jagged edges.

Dangerous gears like these were not just one, nor did they spin monotonously in one direction.

The rolling path of the gears was constantly changing, not limited to just horizontal or vertical movements.

Upon closer observation, Mewo White believed that if necessary, several gears could even rotate a full 360 degrees.

The main weakness of this mechanical setup was that it wouldn't actively attack other areas; as long as Mewo White kept her distance, she wouldn't be under attack for sure.

But then again:

If Mewo White stood still, rows of blades approaching slowly from both sides would still pose a threat to her.

In the current situation, standing still was not an option; only by continuously moving forward could she find a way out.

Mewo White's keen observation skills quickly spotted another weakness in the obstacles ahead of her.

The massive size of the gears meant that there was a certain degree of gap between them.

For someone of Wang Xiaole's size, passing through such gaps might be a bit of a struggle, but for Mewo White, it was just right.

In an instant, with a surge of thought, Mewo White had already come up with a strategy to pass through and immediately sprang into action.

Maintaining a posture resembling a "furball", she spun around a few times, warming up, before bouncing upward, controlling herself to spring into the air.

In her current state, Mewo White's own elasticity had notably increased;

Furthermore, unlike a real "furball", after bouncing up, she could freely control the direction and position of her descent.

The chosen landing spot was between the gears, in the gap.

As one point of the "furball" landed there, before the rest of her body could touch down, she was rebounded upwards once again.

Sensing the intruder, the gear devices immediately turned towards one direction, coordinating as if they were living beings, converging from all four directions to surround and attack her.

The concentration of most gears left a considerable gap in other positions;

But that particular area was special, conveniently situated where the four gears were about to collide head-on.

As Mewo White hovered in the air observing, she realized the only place she could land was in that perilous deathtrap.

What to do next?

Facing the danger head-on, Mewo White chose to descend directly into it.

She was now gambling, betting on her ability to damage the gears completely before they could strike.

To do this, she threw out bait, forcefully tossing the protective amulet worn around her neck.

The gears had no life, thus no command, naturally swinging into action to shred the target when the nearby floor tiles were stepped on.

These creatures are actually quite easy to deceive.

The talisman thrown by Mewo White is mainly meant to confuse the gears.

Before the talisman even reaches the ground, while it is still floating in the air, it immediately becomes a target for the four gears, which cut viciously towards it.

Once the gears lock onto a certain area, they cannot stop midway;

and the talisman itself is of limited hardness, completely unable to resist their sharp edges.

So, when the four gears cut the talisman into pieces, they quickly collide with each other.

Clang clang clang clang, the sounds ring out simultaneously.

The talisman, which was supposed to protect Mewo White and was now shattered, is nowhere to be found;

and the four gears, after inflicting damage on each other in a self-destructive manner, meet their demise along with their cut targets.

They all become defunct at the same time, their once sharp edges no longer moving, giving Mewo White the opportunity to land safely upon them later.

The gears' sharpness relies on their high-speed rotation;

once they stop spinning, they feel somewhat hard to Mewo White, but she can still withstand it.

The gears are not only four in number, but the remaining ones cannot change the current situation.

After that, Mewo White jumps away from the area guarded by gears.

At this moment, she can already see the exit not far away.

On the other side, Wang Xiaole is trapped in a confined space, bravely fighting against the spikes rising from below.

He tried to chop them with his sword, but as soon as the sharp blade touched the tip of the spike, it split it in half from the middle.

All in vain.

One second the spike was flattened, the next second it returned to its original form;

these sharp spikes were endless, and the sword's blocking effect against the rising spikes was very limited.

At this point, there was less than half a meter between the spikes and Wang Xiaole's body.

This was achieved by him widening his legs significantly, executing a high-difficulty maneuver to secure himself in a crevice in the wall, thus extending the distance a bit.

With the passage of time, the frontal action of the long sword became less and less effective, and even brought trouble;

currently, the handle of the long sword, affected by the opposing force of the rising spikes, pressed against his stomach, leaving a depressed mark on its surface.

Unfortunately, he couldn't retract the sword, even a small effect was better than none.

Wang Xiaole needed the assistance of this sword to hold out until Mewo White reached the exit.

So, he continued in his difficult predicament, then proceeded to push out his limbs...

The perspective shifts back to Mewo White's side.

This young girl, ever since she discovered that "rolling" is faster than "running," has not reverted from her current "furry ball" state.

While moving forward in a straight line, she attentively observes her surroundings until the dull colors on both sides transition into a verdant shade.

"Meow?"

Mewo White rarely lets out a confused sound.

She rolls around in one direction, but still remains in this verdant realm.

The unusual experience makes her first thought be:

Did she run in the wrong direction just now?

But this idea clearly couldn't hold water.

Even if she had lost her sense of direction, this straight path, leading straight ahead, could not pose the slightest obstacle to her.

Apart from the possibility of going the wrong way, there might also be the chance of being transferred by a magic array.

Mewo White quickly dismissed this possibility.

The reason for her rejection may not make much sense, and Mewo White was by no means a magic expert; the only reason she didn't acknowledge this possibility was due to her intuition.

Her wild intuition told Mewo White, gradually making her realize that she might have fallen into a trap.

The one who set this trap intended to make her believe she had left the hall; however, Mewo White firmly believed that she was still in the same place.

After asserting that everything around her was nothing but false illusions, she finally made up her mind.

She still had to move forward; the appearance of those fruit trees behind her, though making her thirsty, did not make her step back.

Because all those beautiful illusions appeared behind her, switching positions with the inside of the hall, Mewo White could conclude: the illusion of the fruit trees was in the death zone she had recently passed through; if she were to give in to her thirst instinct and stupidly turn back, then her life was as good as over.

In comparison, it was only the sight of a sea of fire ahead that truly put her at ease.

In this environment, she stuck to one principle: the more dangerous a place looked, the more urgent the need to get there as soon as possible!

On Mewo White's way forward, many toys she had never seen before appeared on both sides of her body.

From this, it could be inferred that the illusions themselves were quite intelligent, knowing what form to take when dealing with different people.

Mewo White paid no attention, her gaze extending straight ahead without waver, never approaching those seemingly toy-like illusions that were actually blades in disguise.

The "sea of fire" in front of her seemed to burn more fiercely, with a terrifying heat vaguely emanating.

This indicated that the hallucinations created were becoming more and more real; just like back then, when the White couple reached this point, they also had hesitated and showed signs of retreat due to their instincts.

At that time, the couple was thinking of each other in their hearts, holding hands, giving them the courage to enter the "sea of fire."

Currently, Mewo White stood alone in front of the sea of fire.

Her courage did not surpass that of her grandparents, nor was it as courageous as the couple who accompanied each other.

At this moment, standing in front of the fire, Mewo White felt the scorching heat, a warmth rising from deep within her heart.

She remembered her elder brother's severely injured left hand when they returned to land;

she remembered her brother's bright red right hand when he rescued her from a trap;

each memory she had of her brother was never exactly the same.

The only thing that remained the same was that she always wanted to remember that one person.

With him there, she was never truly alone!

With her left hand forward, pushing aside the wet hair falling on her forehead, her right hand outstretched as if grasping someone's palm;

Mewo White had done everything she needed to do, and with that, she took a step into the "sea of fire."

During this time, there was not a ripple in her heart.

Swish!

All illusions disappeared.

As Mewo White approached the entrance of the next large gate, she knew she had reached the exit of this level.

"Press that blue button, sir can be saved," Mien's prompt came again, causing Mewo White to lift her head slightly and look at the only button.

At that moment, she raised her right palm in the hand-holding position, jumped up and pressed down on the button.