Beyond the door was a familiar transition room, often used when isolation was required.
Ahead stood another door, heavier and thicker, leading straight into the inner containment zone.
After Yang Yi and the others entered, Zhao Tie and Huang Zhuang followed closely behind, along with a squad of twelve fully armed soldiers. All wore power armor and stood ready for action, as though they were about to enter a battlefield.
At this point, Yang Yi grew serious too. The undisguised malice behind the door could barely be contained anymore. He even heard a strange melody, like something lightly scratching his skin, making his whole body itch and leaving him wanting to scratch.
"Strange. Doesn't your skin itch?"
Yang Yi asked in puzzlement.
Zhao Tie, who was closing the door, looked over when he heard this, his expression somewhat bewildered. He felt nothing of the sort, and the others were much the same.
Only Su Na felt something similar, and she too heard that strange melody.
It sounded like an ensemble of many different instruments, but it went completely against human aesthetics, making it sound like a chaotic jumble of noise.
"I feel something similar. Maybe only players with high perception can sense it."
Su Na sent Yang Yi a private message, clearing up his confusion.
Once the door behind them closed, the twelve soldiers in the group approached the door on the inner side of the isolation room, brought out their heavy weaponry, and took up combat positions.
Are we really going to fight?
Somewhat surprised, Yang Yi grumbled inwardly.
Zhao Tie and Huang Zhuang also moved to the front, each drawing his own weapon.
"The influence of the Song of Creation is stronger inside. The plants are highly active and have already started attacking humans on their own, so