"Those lunatics! Lunatics!!"
At the stairwell entrance, Blue Armor listened to the sounds from the studio, his face deathly pale. Every new sound drained a little more color from it.
Hesitation. Inner conflict.
He stared down the pitch-black stairs ahead, unable to stop himself from glancing back.
To him, Taurus and Sea Demon must have lost their minds. They had actually listened to that kid and gone back to snatch the camera!
That was a ghost! A ghost that had killed God Archer instantly!
Perhaps it was because he had heard a note of despair and pain creeping into Taurus's shouts.
Blue Armor hardened his heart, gritted his teeth, and headed straight downstairs.
I can't worry about them anymore!
He knew the camera was important, but he absolutely could not die here!
The risk was too great! Gambling like this on a mere guess-even ten lives wouldn't be enough!
"I'm not giving up, and it's not that I'm scared. There's no need! There really isn't! There's still plenty of information out there. More than a hundred Fifth Order participants entered this place. This can't be the only important spot!"
"Right, find the others and let them take the risks! I'm a dignified Star Shatterer. I'm supposed to break this deadlock, not throw my life away!"
Gasping for breath, he fled downstairs in a panic.
In the pitch-black stairwell, Blue Armor kept making excuses for himself.
His thinking wasn't entirely wrong.
Not many Planet Destroyer Level participants had entered this time. Apart from their team, there were probably only two or three scattered among the other groups.
By his reasoning, the Planet Destroyers with their heightened awareness were the key, while the physically powerful Battle Star Level participants were cannon fodder meant to die for them!
Soon, taking the steps two