A Strange Feeling of Being Watched

Wu Heng saw the blood pool standing before him, as though it were submerged in an aquarium.

He knew this was the exit.

Following the rope in his hand, he stepped into the blood pool without hesitation. The scene before him shifted as though a wasteland scene had appeared again, turning into a passage covered in Scarlet Silver.

A large number of Tower Guardians, martial artists, and psychic users also appeared before him.

They all let out long breaths of relief.

"Whew, Old Zhang, was it dangerous when you made it through this time?" One Tower Guardian looked at another beside him, as if venting his stress. "I was seriously unlucky this time. I ran into wasteland scenes three times."

"You have no idea about the most dangerous one. Suddenly, a hand landed on my shoulder, and then I heard the voice of the guy who'd been behind me when we first lined up right beside my ear, telling me I'd gone the wrong way!"

"I was so nervous I nearly spoke up, you know?"

"If I'd made a move, I probably wouldn't have gotten out."

As the Tower Guardian complained to the person ahead of him, another Tower Guardian beside him leaned over and asked strangely, "Uh, buddy, you said you heard my voice?"

"Pfft!"

The Tower Guardian who had just been speaking had taken a sip of water to ease his nerves. He immediately choked, his face turning pale as he hurriedly gripped the bottle tightly, feeling its solid touch.

He looked again at the person he had been talking to, then at the surroundings, confirming that he had already left the passage.

Only then did he look at the man who had called him "buddy" with a funeral-like expression, taking two speechless steps back. "No, could you