"Hiss... this ghostly place!"
Qin Hui's voice, muffled with disgust, emerged from beneath his mask as he instinctively clutched the heavy shield in his hand.
Qi Hao stood by his side, the spikes on his gloves glinting coldly.
"Maintain formation, follow the plan." Fang Qingyu's voice pierced through the miasma, deep and steady, "Old Qiao in the center, record everything, mark points, passage directions, Life Ghost features."
"Understood!" Old Qiao responded immediately, swiftly retrieving a palm-sized recorder from the side pouch of his backpack, holding it tightly in one hand while rapidly operating a tactical tablet with the other.
"Qin Hui, Qi Hao, lead the vanguard, support each other, stay alert to any movement. Wei Banmeng at the rear, keeping guard, watch the rear and the dead angles above the pit walls." Fang Qingyu's instructions were clear and concise.
Wei Banmeng nodded silently, drawing two short blades in reverse grip.
"Xiaojiang, follow me."
