The empty underground space, with over a dozen bonfires still blazing, emitted crackling sounds. Around twenty heavily armed individuals stood as if confronting a dire enemy, their cold gun barrels constantly shifting to search for nearby threats. No one spoke; an invisible killing intent erupted and spread around, making the air seem frozen and suffocating. Among the crowd, Luo Zheng scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes, his face heavy as iron, secretly filled with worry.
Chirp chirp—chirp chirp
Several eerie sounds echoed again, very faint yet deeply penetrating, tightening everyone's hearts with anxiety, cold sweat breaking out on their foreheads. The invisible pressure made peace elusive. Luo Zheng clearly heard, knowing the Corpse-eating Rats had arrived, an ominous sign, and firmly ordered, "Prepare for combat. Shi Qian, how much longer?"
"One minute," Shi Qian quickly replied.
