Everyone stood panting at the cave entrance, staring at one another in bewilderment.
The Giant Sickle Worm's strange and inexplicable behavior filled everyone with unease.
Chen Shouyi held an arrow in his hand, watching the outside world warily.
It was early morning, not yet light outside. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled overhead as the wind howled. The air was thick with a tense, restless atmosphere, so heavy it was hard to breathe.
"Brother Chen, did you find anything?" Xiao Changming asked. Of everyone there, Chen Shouyi had the sharpest senses. His hearing and vision far surpassed Xiao Changming's and Old Qin's.
Chen Shouyi shook his head and replied gravely, "Nothing yet, but I have a bad feeling. If the Giant Sickle Worm doesn't dare come out of the cave, there's probably something outside that it fears. We may have escaped the wolf's den only to enter the tiger's lair."
"Then we won't go out. The Giant Sickle Worms aren't coming out anyway, so we might as well rest right here at the entrance," Qin Liuyuan said. His breathing was slightly labored. After three minutes of sustained, high-intensity fighting, even he was struggling to keep going.
No one objected. Taking risks now would be foolish.
The group found a relatively flat spot at the cave entrance and sat down on the ground.
Many of their arms were swollen, their muscles trembling.
The mood was quiet and grave. No one said much; they silently brooded over their own thoughts.
Before setting out, everyone had expected the mission to be dangerous, but none of them had imagined it would be this dangerous.
If there hadn't been an additional Great Martial Artist in the group—and an exceptionally powerful one at that—the entire team would probably have been wiped out.
Chen Shouyi leaned against the