"No matter what, we're unlikely to have the chance to take the stage."
Yan Yi stretched lazily and turned to look at the ceiling behind: "So, sister, why don't you come down."
Only to see Ning Xinyuan draped in a gray robe, her legs wrapped around a stone pillar on the ceiling, her whole body hanging upside down, almost entirely obscured by the pillar, with only the gun barrel sticking out of a crevice aiming at the direction of the stairs, appearing vigilant and ready.
This is the fifth floor of the Platinum Tower, Stone Forest Catastrophe Zone.
Both the ceiling and the ground are covered with jagged stone pillars of varying shapes, and even the ground is uneven, the terrain so treacherous it's hard to describe. An ordinary person daring to walk here would fall nine times out of ten steps, and the last time would crash their head and pass out.
