In the eyes of the supernatural, ordinary people's lives were worth nothing. They were like ants, creatures that could be crushed to death at will. So when Kamala fired his gun and sent someone to their death, it was as easy as killing a chicken.
His cold gaze swept over the Ordinary People. Only after seeing them obediently move forward did he put away his firearm and say to the team member, "Move faster. We have to reach the bottom in the shortest possible time. If anyone refuses again, deal with him immediately."
"Yes!" the team member replied with a nod.
With Kamala's authorization, he could naturally dispose of these people however he wished. And he would not hesitate in the slightest.
The group moved on once more. Kamala returned to the ranks and clipped his climbing rope back onto himself. Though he was quite capable, he still knew when to be cautious. No one could face a bottomless, unknown abyss without fear.
Even supernatural beings would feel lingering dread toward a place whose bottom they could not see, unless they possessed the ability to fly.
Because of the mist and his distance behind the group, Chen Mo had not seen what was happening ahead. When he heard the gunshot, he immediately concealed himself and checked his surroundings for danger.
But there had only been one gunshot, followed by silence. That puzzled him. Why just one shot? If they had encountered danger, there should not have been only one shot. Still, since no more gunfire followed, he would simply catch up. If there was danger, Rhine's group would encounter it first anyway.
Yet that gunshot had sounded strange. What exactly had been strange about it?
After thinking for a while, he realized that he was in an enclosed space. Sound