At the entrance of the leafy corridor, a four-person squad paused in their tracks.
The team's headlamps, night lanterns, and other lighting gear were fully equipped—it was obvious they had come prepared.
"Te... Teacher Gong?" one of the young men asked stiffly, turning his head to look behind him.
Hearing the piercing howls echoing up from below, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
The only girl in the team whispered, "Is that the Evil Soul Cat's cry?"
The young man voiced his own worry too: "That sound, and that presence... It might be Spirit Level, maybe even General Level?"
In the rear, Gong Cheng's gaze was icy cold as he looked at the students. "Keep moving forward. Head down!"
The young man complained inwardly, exchanging a glance with his teammate, but could only carefully step onto the "single-log bridge" that traced along the trees.
To these students, Gong Cheng was far more terrifying than any Cold Beast in the Bottomless Pit…
