The dying roar of the leader struck like a thunderbolt, shattering the joy of having narrowly escaped death.
The previously relaxed atmosphere vanished instantly, replaced by a heavy sense of oppression. It felt as though an invisible giant net was slowly tightening, enclosing them within its grasp.
Qin Zhizhi frowned deeply, the lines on her pale forehead forming a tight crease. Her mind raced, countless clues flashing past like a revolving lantern.
Chapter 164