The body rapidly descended, the wind howling past my ears, with blurry visions of bizarre mechanical structures sweeping by on all sides. Jumping vertically down such a deep shaft felt like traversing a dark tunnel leading to hell, and I even had the illusion of falling all the way to the Earth's core—of course, given Yelsen's earlier actions, we should be reaching the bottom soon.
The elite soldiers intercepting us on the shaft walls initially chose to pursue us, almost jumping down simultaneously, clinging tightly behind our group, and continuously firing at us. Although they were just some husks, their spirit of not resting until their enemy was annihilated was still moving. Moreover, their shooting was not completely ineffective: after over a minute of frantic shooting and our counterattack, they were basically all wiped out.
"Strange, why isn't anyone chasing us anymore?"
