A massive, damp, and gloomy cavern lay underground, formed by the tangled roots of a giant tree.
Keynes cowered in a narrow crevice deep inside, barely large enough for one person.
He desperately suppressed the signature glow of the Holy Radiance Race until it was nearly extinguished. His chest heaved violently, each breath a shuddering gasp of someone who had just escaped death.
He had just survived a brutal hunt, giving everything he had to barely shake off a ferocious opponent and hide here.
The wounds on his body still ached faintly, and his spirit was utterly exhausted.
The broadcast announcing Sheng Mos's fall boomed like a thunderclap in the cave where he hid.
"Sheng Mos... is dead? Killed by Li Wen..." Keynes trembled, his face instantly turning deathly pale.
The image of Li Wen from Trial Base 7 surfaced in his mind—that calm yet unfathomable figure—along with his own pathetic sense of superiority back then.
