"No!"
Faust Beaumont shouted, throwing the Yellow Lotus Shadow away with both hands.
"Master, what's wrong?" Isaak Ridge said, holding onto his shotgun as he quickly returned to the cave.
Outside, a formation was in operation, and those pursuing them couldn't find the place for the time being.
"Nothing... nothing..." Faust Beaumont's face was pale, his lips incessantly trembling.
"Master, are you sure there's no problem?" Isaak Ridge was full of doubt. His master was usually the calmest of people, rarely losing his composure like this.
"It's fine. Keep an eye outside. I'm going to delve into the mysteries inside," Faust Beaumont took a deep breath, seated himself cross-legged on the ground, clenching his hands into fists.
He was utterly shocked.
The moment his palm struck down, he even felt like he had already died.
The sense of crisis and oppression was overwhelmingly real.
