"..."
Gongyang Han took a deep breath, his hands meeting in front of his body, fingers intertwined as he formed a complex hand seal, his body trembling slightly as if bearing immense pressure.
With Gongyang Han's trembling, the sinister shadow behind him slowly raised its right hand, inch by inch preparing to throw the Short Spear.
An inexplicable pressure descended into this section of the tunnel, forcibly pressing down the floating dust in the air.
The Human-faced Centipede, crawling along minding its own business, its glowing eyeballs wavering, focused its gaze on the small figure ahead. As if sensing danger, it opened its mouth, revealing drill-like teeth, and took a deep breath.
It inhaled such an enormous amount of gas that dust flew and pebbles rose, all swept into the centipede's mouthparts.
