With the wholehearted help of his brothers in the Soul Hunting Mercenary Group, Zhou Tian held his breath and concentrated, struggling to calm the tension and fear raging in his heart. He bit his lower lip, closed his eyes for a moment, and then snapped them open, his gaze revealing a resolute determination.
Channeling his spirit power, Zhou Tian's figure gradually blurred. Under the cover provided by his comrades, he crept forward hunchbacked, his footsteps as light as a cat's paws hitting the ground, slipping away into the distance with stealthy steps.
His heartbeat thudded in his chest like rapid drumbeats, every step taken with extreme caution for fear of making the slightest sound. Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, but he did not dare raise a hand to wipe them away.
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