The endless howling wind and thunder, the wailing of Life Ghosts or the heart-wrenching silence were no longer in their ears.
In their place was the low hum of machines unique to the interior of the building, along with the faint footsteps and indistinct conversations belonging to human society in the distance.
Fang Qingyu was the first to adjust to the light and looked around.
They were standing in the center of a spacious, bright circular hall, polished marble floors glistening beneath them.
The walls around the hall were silver-white alloy embedded with complex indicator lights and identification panels. Soft recessed ceiling lights illuminated from above.
It was precisely the teleportation area where they had assembled before entering the "Abyss".
"Phew—!!!"
"Damn it! Finally out!"
Chu Kuanglan exhaled a nearly roaring breath, which echoed loudly in the vast hall, filled with the ecstasy of survival and an indescribable relaxation.
