Fang Hong was gradually growing uneasy, but suddenly, he heard a somewhat peculiar sound—a faint 'thud' echoing from deep within the darkness of the dungeon.
This unexpected sound gave him quite a fright.
On any other day, this would hardly be enough to make Fang Hong uneasy, but now, firstly, he had no tools or weapons at hand—the control gloves weren't with him, and without the ability to control the flexible construct, as a Combat Artisan, he was no different from an ordinary person—and secondly, after completely losing contact with the outside world, the immense solitude only deepened the sense of unease in such an environment.
Thus, he almost stiffened as he looked in that direction, nearly stepping back instinctively, but the weight on his feet reminded him that his range of movement seemed quite limited.
