The invisible barrier at the cave's entrance shimmered with a watery light.
It divided the inside and outside into two separate worlds.
Outside was a deathly still, pitch-black darkness.
Inside was the somewhat stifling Safe Zone.
Zhang Hao stood to the side with his arms crossed.
His sharp gaze was fixed on every team member who was eager to get started.
"Are you ready?"
Han Feng stood at the edge of the barrier, not rushing to answer.
He reached out and unclipped the flight tactical helmet hanging from his waist.
This was no bulky, fully-enclosed helmet.
Rather, it was a component of the Ghost Bat Wingsuit—light, thin, and solid.
It had a streamlined design, with only a wide, holographic tactical visor over the eyes.
On top of the helmet, a beetle-like metal module was quietly attached.
Han Feng pulled three Spirit Coins from his pocket.
With nimble fingers, he pressed them one by one into the module's slots.
CLICK.
CLICK.
CLICK.
Three crisp clicks.
