Outside the thick stone wall, every breath the Mutant Beast took rolled like muffled thunder. The putrid, foul stench seeped in through the cracks in the stone, making Bai Wanwan's nostrils burn.
The stone wall trembled slightly in the shadows, and fine grains of sand rustled down.
Bai Wanwan looked at the flimsy barrier before her, knowing in her heart that it probably couldn't withstand a single swipe from that monster's claws.
The Mutant Beast's footsteps grew distant, then near again. Every time it approached, the hairs on Bai Wanwan's arms stood on end.
Time crawled by in agonizing slowness.
Jin Yi's arm, like an iron hoop, tightened around her, their backs already soaked with cold sweat.
At this moment, they were like ants on a spider's thread; even breathing had become a luxury.
When the nauseating, rotten stench reached its peak, the shadow outside the cave finally, slowly retreated.
