Battle to the Death (1)

The demon beasts were indeed immediately drawn away by him. Those that had been searching everywhere turned in unison and chased after Wang Rong, their howls making the stone chamber hum.

Tan Yin pressed himself tightly behind the crack in the rocks, staring without blinking at Wang Rong's receding back. His heart churned like rivers and seas overturned, all kinds of emotions twisting together beyond words.

He worried for Wang Rong's safety, yet also felt a trace of admiration for this sudden sense of responsibility. At the same time, there was some unwillingness mixed in.

He never owed anyone favors, but compared to rushing out to save someone and wasting Wang Rong's painstaking efforts for nothing, finding the key to leave this place as quickly as possible was the only hope of escaping their predicament.

Once the demon beasts' howls gradually faded into the distance and a measure of calm finally returned, Tan Yin was just about to head back to the secret chamber to search for the key when hurried footsteps suddenly rang out.

His heart jolted. Instinctively clenching his fist, he warily looked toward the source of the sound.

A small beast came running toward where he was hiding. Unlike before, no relentlessly pursuing demon beasts followed behind it. Its solitary figure seemed especially abrupt amid the silence, adding several more layers to Tan Yin's vigilance.

At the same time, the little beast's reactions were extraordinarily sharp. It seemed to have sensed the presence within the rock crevice and, without hesitation, burrowed inside, stopping before Tan Yin.

Tan Yin frowned deeply, his heart full of doubts. This little beast's appearance was far too strange, and its actions were even more unfathomable.

Just as he was pondering the beast's intentions, a familiar voice reached his ears. "So that's how