Qian Jiangyue once again used the seventh contact with the fist wind effect to clear the white smoke inside the stairs. After cleaning up, the two rushed downward.
As they descended several floors in a row, there was no sign of the white smoke dissipating. The two of them were sweating profusely, yet they dared not touch the handrail. For some reason, although they did not see any firelight, the temperature of the handrail was exceptionally high.
"Now it's... the 19th floor." Hawkeye squinted, leaning against the wall to see the floor sign clearly.
"Can we really make it down?" Qian Jiangyue was very doubtful.
The two continued going downstairs. This time, the situation was different. At the corner of the stairs, a flickering green light caught their attention.
