Under the continuous attack of the "water droplets," only two of the white-haired monsters remained, but they persisted in fighting. They advanced madly towards the meteorite, and all the zombie hordes in their path were swept away like roadside stones.

After dealing with An Wenshan, Zhao Chenguang turned his attention to the white-haired monsters.

The white-haired monsters were momentarily stunned to see Zhao Chenguang fully revived, and their advancing rhythm was disrupted. Zhao Chenguang seized this opportunity to strike decisively, using the spreading branches to charge and disrupt the white-haired monsters' attack, and cooperated with the "water droplets" to eliminate one of them.

The other white-haired monster rushed straight for the meteorite, completely ignoring the interference of the mangrove branches.

This surprised Zhao Chenguang, but he quickly recovered and adjusted his defenses, determined to do everything in his power to stop the last white-haired monster.

However, the white-haired monster's reckless advance completely disregarded the red trees' obstruction. Even though its body was covered in wounds from the red tree branches, it stubbornly rushed towards the meteorite.

Seeing that he couldn't stop it, Zhao Chenguang seemed to give up on intercepting the white-haired monster.

Zhao Chenguang sighed softly, "I was still underestimating them..." Then he watched helplessly as the white-haired monster reached the meteorite.

The white-haired monster gathered its strength from below and struck upwards, as if it would overturn the meteorite in the next second.

Unexpectedly, when the white-haired monster struck the meteorite, nothing happened. The scene was eerily quiet.

The meteorite didn't move at all. Its color was still crimson, and its surface was the same as before. However, at the moment the white-haired monster touched the meteorite, the gap from which the "water droplets" had been released disappeared.

The white-haired monster suddenly became unusually quiet, standing there like a statue, in stark contrast to its previous violent impulsiveness.

The Fatty stared intently and said, "Hey, this white-haired monster hit the meteorite, but why isn't there any reaction? What exactly is it trying to do?"

No one could answer the Fatty's question. Time seemed to stand still.

In fact, the moment the white-haired monster and the meteorite came into contact, everything changed subtly.

Suddenly, fragments fell from the hand of the white-haired monster that touched the meteorite.

At first, the Fatty thought that the white-haired monster had activated some kind of restriction on the meteorite, and the mechanism's activation caused dust and stone chips to fall.

As more and more fragments fell, an unavoidable reality presented itself to everyone. The meteorite hadn't changed at all; it was the white-haired monster that was changing.

The fragments weren't coming from the meteorite; they were falling from the white-haired monster.

The hand of the white-haired monster that touched the meteorite gradually turned into fragments, falling and scattering. This withering and decaying, like autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves, spread to its arm—shoulder—and then to its entire body.

In just a minute, a huge monster, like a dry, collapsing clay sculpture, was eroded and blown away by an invisible wind.

Zhao Chenguang watched the white-haired monster turning into ashes and sneered, "Okay, I'll give you that one. But so what if you snatched the embroidered ball? Hahahaha..."

The thunderous laughter echoed throughout the space, deafening.

Han Yu felt a chill down his spine, wondering if Zhao Chenguang's maneuvering with the white-haired monsters earlier had just been Zhao Chenguang amusing himself.

In other words, even if Zhao Chenguang did nothing, these eight white-haired monsters would be destroyed by the meteorite as soon as they touched it.

The color of the meteorite gradually changed from crimson to magenta in Zhao Chenguang's laughter, and then from magenta to warm yellow.

This warm yellow gave a deceptive illusion of warmth and harmony, concealing the cruelty, bloodshed, and slaughter beneath the surface.

Zhao Chenguang roared to the sky.

During this time, he used the red trees and jagged branches to further compress the space, squeezing the stinking zombie horde out of the space, and the spreading red tree branches further enclosed the meteorite, Han Yu, the Fatty, and Rou Yi.

The space stopped shrinking until it was a quarter of its original size. At this point, the space was already very small.

Based on everything that had happened when the white-haired monster and Zhao Chenguang were entangled, Han Yu asked Zhao Chenguang a question: "The principle of the 'water droplets' that you explained to me earlier, that wasn't the truth, was it?"

Zhao Chenguang's expression was uncertain, but he seemed patient enough: "The situation of the 'water droplets' that I explained to you earlier wasn't actually its true nature. I could only try to help you understand from a dimension that you could comprehend. Suppose you are a two-dimensional being, then you can only understand the spatial characteristics of a three-dimensional object through the projection of the three-dimensional object on a two-dimensional plane. If I project a three-dimensional cube onto a plane, what you see may be a rectangle, a square, or even a hexagon. The principle of 'water droplets' is the same. No matter how you understand it, you can only analyze and judge it from the perspective of an ordinary human being. Two civilizations are in different dimensions, and this cannot be explained clearly. So, if you want to know the mysteries of it, please accept my invitation and join a higher civilization. You will naturally understand the principles within."