Just as he stood there in shock and suspicion, a vine suddenly shot out of the abyss like a long snake, winding straight toward his neck.
Wang Zhipeng had no time to react. He only felt his throat tighten as a powerful sense of suffocation washed over him. The vine gave a fierce tug, and his body lurched uncontrollably forward.
"Ah—"
He plunged headfirst into the abyss, vanishing into the endless darkness as his miserable scream echoed for a long time.
"Brother Zhipeng!"
Several team members behind him immediately cried out, stunned by the sudden scene.
"He got pulled down!"
"What was that thing just now?"
"I don't know!"
"..."
Their faces were filled with terror as they stared blankly ahead.
At that moment, rustling sounds drifted over, as though something was approaching. It sounded like nails scraping against rock or digging into ice, and merely hearing it made their scalps tingle.
Several pitch-black shadows soon appeared at the edge of the cliff.
They slowly emerged from the darkness.
The first thing they saw was Little Eight's horrifying face. Her mouth stretched all the way to her ears, exposing two rows of sharp teeth in an excited smile at the sight of humans.
"Hehehehehe..."
Her eerie laugh rang out amid the howling wind.
The humans froze at the sight, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, every hair standing on end as fear rapidly consumed their hearts.
"There really are monsters!"
"Run!"
"..."
Without a second thought, they turned and fled in terror.
But the moment they saw Little Eight, their deaths had already been decided.
Little Eight flickered through the air, her claws swinging. The fleeing humans were nothing more than lambs awaiting slaughter.
In just a few breaths, she sent their heads flying.
The headless human corpses crashed to the ground,