That eerie laughter echoed endlessly within the Stone Chamber, resembling a musical movement of death that sent a chill straight up everyone's spine, as if countless cold snakes were slithering along their backs. Zhang Zhi forced himself to stay calm, his expression resolute and bold. His gaze remained fixed on the corner where the shadow had vanished, not daring to let his guard down for even a second. "Everyone be careful, make no rash moves," he said in a low voice. Though quiet, his tone carried an unquestionable authority.
Lin Wan'er instinctively gripped the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white from the force, and her voice trembled as she asked, "What on earth is this terrifying thing? It feels like we've fallen into an endless nightmare." Her eyes were filled with fear and helplessness, and her delicate frame shivered slightly like a withered leaf in the wind.
Qingfeng wore a solemn expression, his deep eyes seeming to conceal countless thoughts as he slowly spoke, "No matter what it is, since we've reached this point, we can only deal with it. Retreating and escaping will do no good. Only by facing it bravely might there still be a glimmer of survival." His voice was steady and firm, attempting to infuse everyone with a shred of courage and hope.
Chapter 51