In the darkness, a dense sound attacked again. Heavy footsteps stomped on the ground, and the familiar loading sound of a hot melt hand cannon rang out.
The enemy is here, so soon?
Or does it mean that Zhou Ding has already calculated the area of everyone's descent and set up ambushes here with offensive mechanical souls?
Subconsciously, Grenade raised his hand, wanting to release flames to illuminate the surrounding environment and the state of the enemy.
However, just at the moment he raised his hand, a bad feeling instantly hit.
He forcibly stopped his action. His inspiration brought a warning that if he ignited the flames, something very bad would happen.
"Don't move, my inspiration is coming... There might be marsh gas here!" Strawberry also reminded: "He's deliberately luring us to his home turf."
"I sensed it... really too passive. Zhou Hao, can you confirm Zhou Ding's exact location?" Grenade gritted his teeth with anger.
