Amid the violent tremors and countless noises, a discordant sound suddenly entered Huai Shi's perception.
It blended into the other fragmented sounds.
But Huai Shi's entire body tensed in an instant, and he retreated—the pattern, that sound was too regular!
The moment he realized why he had instinctively stepped back, a hole silently appeared in the floor beneath his feet, a bottle-cap-sized circular cut with a surface as smooth as a mirror.
And Huai Shi had not even managed to see what had caused the damage.
Whether the attack was invisible or tangible, it pierced through six floors in a brief instant, grazed Huai Shi's chin, drilled toward the ceiling, and then vanished into the far reaches of the sky.
By the time he reacted, a layer had already been scraped off the sole of his shoe.
An attack that could have been fatal!
Yet what unsettled Huai Shi was that his Death Sense had given him no warning at all!
This was not the first time since his debut that his Death Sense had failed, but the sharp sense of danger now made Huai Shi feel as though he were sitting on pins and needles.
As he retreated, he stomped.
The shockwave spread out like a bat's sonar, instantly probing downward. He detected something strange six floors below, but could not make it out clearly, as though something were blocking his resonance.
He could not determine the enemy's exact location.
"The wave-field shielding is functioning normally. Effectiveness confirmed."
Allen, the pig-headed member of T3 Squad, reported as he pulled the bolt. The heavy firearm instantly split apart, billowing yellow steam erupting from its seams.
Without even lowering his head, Allen rummaged through the toolbox tossed beside him and began skillfully assembling the complex weapon, then loading it.
"Three seconds