"No matter what, it's unlikely we'll get a chance to take the field."
Yan Yi stretched and turned to look at the ceiling behind her. "So, sis, why don't you come down?"
Ning Xinyuan was draped in a gray robe, her legs wrapped around one of the ceiling's stone pillars. Hanging upside down, her body was almost completely concealed by the pillar, with only the muzzle of her gun poking through a gap as she aimed toward the stairs. She looked fully prepared for battle.
This was the fifth floor of the Platinum Tower—the Stone Forest Disaster Zone.
The ceiling and floor were covered in jagged stone pillars of all shapes and sizes. Even the ground was uneven, and the terrain was so treacherous it was impossible to describe. If an ordinary person dared walk here, they would trip nine times in ten steps, and on the tenth, they would smash their head and pass out.
But Yan Yi had volunteered to guard the fifth floor not only because she wanted to slack off. More importantly, this really was the battlefield most suited to her—her Demon Hunting Combat Arts were perfectly at home in such a complex environment.
"No need. I'm fine like this." Ning Xinyuan shook her head, glanced at the stone pillars on the ground, and asked, "So, have you made any arrangements for this floor?"
"No. If they really make it up here, we can only fight them. But even if those criminals reach the fifth floor, they'll basically be the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled. It shouldn't take much effort." Yan Yi spoke casually.
"By the way, why is the fifth floor like this?" the upside-down Ning Xinyuan asked. "Is the principal a stalactite-cave enthusiast?"
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