The dark cave remains sunless all year round, like a blood-red mouth, exuding an unbearable dampness.
When Yang Quanfeng's voice rang out, an invisible evil presence quickly spread throughout the cave.
"Ah—"
A Silver City Guard clutched his head and knelt down, his face contorted: "This sound... is strange!"
Soon after, more and more Silver City Guards showed expressions of agony.
Qin An suddenly bowed his head.
The rocks beneath his feet trembled at an eerie frequency, like countless fine needles piercing into his bone marrow.
"Attacking with ground vibrations?"
He squinted, protective energy instantly enveloping his body: "Hmph, truly insidious."
Qin An was no longer the rookie he was when he first joined the circle; he saw the situation clearly at a glance.
The tiger's evil presence could be resisted, but when standing on the ground, the vibrating sensation, akin to fine needles, immediately trapped many Silver City Guards.
