It was Root of the Faceless!
Wazai's pupils contracted slightly.
And he noticed another figure dressed in black standing beside Root of the Faceless.
Shadow Eye · Pure!
He hadn't expected this guy, who had fled after being badly wounded by Brother Miaozi and the others, to show up here!
"Come down and help! Root of the Faceless and Shadow Eye are at the bottom of this pit!"
Wazai immediately opened the Chat Channel to notify the other players.
If it had only been Root of the Faceless, it would have been manageable. But Shadow Eye, just as powerful, was right beside her—and this wasn't Wazai's ocean home ground. Calling for backup was clearly the best option.
After seeing Wazai's message, the Prison Players traveling with him naturally leaped down without hesitation, preparing to help him.
As Wazai continued descending, Root of the Faceless, who had been gently patting the swaddling clothes, clearly sensed something. Her hand paused.
Then she turned and rose to her feet, seemingly preparing to leave. Before she went, she softly said something to Shadow Eye beside her.
"Kill them all."
"Keep it quiet."
With that, Root of the Faceless gently patted the bundle in her arms as her figure gradually sank into the shadows.
"Don't run!"
Wazai immediately sensed trouble. He shouted, trying to stop her, but the Shadow Eye called "Pure" still charged toward him.
The dagger's edge collided with the shaft of his spear, producing a sharp clang of metal.
Wazai gritted his teeth. Warfire blazed around him, and his strength instantly overwhelmed his opponent's. With a twist of the shaft, he thrust at him.
But Shadow Eye clearly had no intention of facing him head-on. When the strike failed, he sprang backward and vanished into the shadow-filled cave.
"Fuck!"
A cry of