Inner Corridor of the Moltenfire Ruins.
Guild Leader Ziwei led the team deeper into the inner corridor, arriving at an altar hall the size of a football field. Because of magical traps and monster pursuit, fewer than thirty people remained in the team. Of the original eight Tier 3 classes, only six were left. Their losses could only be described as devastating.
"Guild Leader, those monsters don't seem to dare come in." A Tier 3 Berserker looked at the Mechanical Puppets lingering in the corridor and finally let out a sigh of relief. "That was close. I almost thought we were all going to die here."
To escape the Battle Blood Adventure Group's pursuit, they had risked their lives charging all the way in. They had fought as they advanced, their nerves stretched taut nearly every moment.
Both their stamina and mental strength had been severely depleted.
In less than half an hour, they would not even need the Battle Blood Adventure Group to come and surround them. They would all die at the hands of these Mechanical Puppets.
Now that they had reached a place the Mechanical Puppets did not dare pursue them into, they could finally catch their breath.
"This may be a safe point set up within the inner corridor. Everyone, rest where you are for now." Ziwei, clad in silver armor patterned with black lines and wearing a silver knight's helmet, swept her gaze across the hall before giving her orders. "Assassins and Rangers, investigate the area and see if there are any traps."
Guild Leader Ziwei's voice remained as gentle as ever, carrying an indescribable softness. It was sacred and moving, like heavenly music, with no trace of exhaustion at all. The members of the team could not help but feel deep reverence for her.