"BLECH..." Billy was heaving his guts out, feeling like he was about to turn his stomach inside out.
That last stretch had been far too fast. Tucked under Shen Feng's arm, he had been swung around like a ragdoll—it was even worse than a roller coaster.
But even now, he didn't dare spend too much time vomiting.
After heaving a few times until he felt stable enough, Billy quickly wiped his mouth and turned to Shen Feng with an apologetic smile.
On a metal wall not far from them, a few large Arabic numerals were written.
2981.
They were already approaching the 3000th floor.
At the pace the prisoners used to travel, an expedition team would have needed several months at least to reach the 3000th floor.
After all, there was no telling how many twists and turns they would have to navigate, especially with mechanical monsters constantly blocking their path and hunting them down. Just finding the right staircase was a major ordeal.
