"Tap, tap, tap."
In an environment shrouded in gray mist, the familiar sound of high heels gradually echoes.
Lin Shiwei's face looks rather unsightly, rubbing her neck with one hand while searching beside her with the other. Only after grabbing Du Yu's arm does her heart slightly calm down.
She cautiously watches ahead and whispers, "Have we entered the Underground Otherworld, or have we climbed another level of the tower?"
Du Yu holds up the Ghost Firefly Torch with one hand, illuminating the way forward, his eyes fixed on the woman whose silhouette is gradually emerging from the gray mist: "Since the enemies have disappeared, we should have climbed another floor."
Shadow Gu Tower, Seventh Floor!
Du Yu's idea is simple; if this were the Underground Otherworld, there would surely be a multitude of Celestial Treasure Race creatures around.
But the reality is that there are no enemies surrounding them.
