It was too quiet.
Everything around them had suddenly fallen silent.
The whistling wind was gone, as was the intermittent chirping of insects. Even Gao Xiaomeng's mouth—opening, closing, opening, closing—made no sound at all.
It was like watching a silent play.
Moreover, and most importantly, Gao Neng felt the surrounding temperature had changed. It had been somewhat cold before, but now there was no chill at all.
This was very strange.
One's ears might go deaf for a moment, but it was unlikely for the body to lose its sense of the environment—especially since Gao Neng was being extremely cautious.
His Spiritual Power was spread out the entire time.
Although the area it covered was no longer as vast as before, he was at least still observing his surroundings.
"Gao Xiaomeng, let's go back!" Gao Neng didn't know what was happening. Instinct told him they had to leave this place as quickly as possible.
But as he spoke, there was no echo.
