There was a shadow holding a creepy-looking hammer standing in the dark corridor that seemed to lead right to hell. The man blocked the only way out—he was the manifestation of despair itself. Ma Yin did not have much energy left in her body. Her footsteps slowed down, and the color disappeared from her eyes as she looked down the corridor with helplessness. Compared to this man who held the murder weapon, it was obvious that the weird thing that slithered on the floor behind them was easier to deal with.
She did not dare move forward. Her legs weakened, and fear drained the energy from her body.
"What should we do?" Ma Yin asked for Liu Xianxian's opinion. At this moment, they only had each other.
