Everyone was startled, all the surprise and excitement vanished, and instead, they moved away from the direction of the stone door.
Zhang Feng gripped the machete tightly and slowly adjusted his breathing, "Regardless of whether our guess is right or wrong, and regardless of whether this door can open,
we can't get back to the surface now."
Zhang Feng looked towards the direction of the collapse,
"These things seem to have noticed us, and more and more gather here at night.
From four or five initially bothering us, now it's six or seven.
Instead of being passive like this, unable to rest properly…"
Zhang Feng pointed inside the tunnel, "Let's be straightforward, go directly to their lair, and see what's going on inside."
"…" No one spoke, but they looked at Zhang Feng in even greater surprise.
After several seconds, Old Xing spoke fearfully, "Brother Zhang, we don't know how many monsters are there, what if there are too many, how do we escape?"
